What do YOU figger on doin' ?" "Well, Lou didn't give no tip--not to me, anyway.

So I guess it'll be safe to drive on in to the city and load up again.

I got a feller with me--he caught a ride in to San Berdoo; left just before you drove in.
Know where to go in the city?
'Cause I can ride in with you, an' let him foller." "That'll suit me fine," Casey declared.

And so they left it for the time being, and Cassidy went back to bed.
A great load had dropped from Casey's shoulders, and he was asleep before Jim Cassidy had ceased to turn restlessly in his blankets.
Getting the White Mule out of his car and into the car of Smiling Lou had been the task which Nolan had set for him.

What was to happen thereafter Casey could only guess, for Nolan had not told him.