CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE.
At noon the next day Casey was still waiting--but not hopefully.
"Patience on a monument" couldn't have resembled Casey Ryan in any particular whatever.

He was mad.

By midnight he had begun to wonder if he was not going to be made a goat again.

By daylight, he was positive that he was already a goat.

By the time the trusty brought his breakfast, Casey was applying to Mack Nolan the identical words and phrases which he had applied to young Kenner when he was the maddest.
Don't ask me to tell you what they were.
Jim Cassidy still clung desperately to his faith in Smiling Lou; but Casey's faith hadn't so much as a finger-hold on anything.