"Desert plays hell with shoe leather--you can ask anybody." Then he added, "Hullo, Jack! What you two think you're doin', anyway.
Tryin' t' elope ?" "Why, hello, Ryan!" Mack Nolan greeted, coming up from the Cadillac.
"Having trouble with your car ?" Casey whirled and eyed Nolan dubiously.
"Naw.

This ain't no trouble," he granted.

"I only been here four hours or so--this is pastime!" There was an awkward silence.

We in the blue car wanted to know (not at that time knowing) who was the man in the Cadillac roadster, and how he happened to know Casey so well.

Nolan, no doubt, wanted to know who we were.