With Jim Cassidy also, Smiling Lou was crisply official.

When the last of the hootch had been transferred, Casey heard Smiling Lou tell Jim Cassidy to drive in to headquarters after breakfast next morning--but he did not see Smiling Lou wink when he said it.
After that, Smiling Lou started his motor and drove slowly up through the grove, halting to scan each car as he passed.

He swung out through the upper driveway, turned sharply there and came back down the highway speeding up on the downhill grade to San Bernardino.
Jim Cassidy came furtively over and settle down for a whispered conference on Casey's bed.
"How much did he get off'n YOU ?" he asked inquisitively.

"Did he clean yuh out ?" "Clean as a last year's bone in a kioty den," Casey declared, hiding his satisfaction as best he could.

"Never got my roll though." "He wouldn't--not with you workin' on the inside.