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"Sure, I got tobacco!" Casey's tone was a bit more friendly than before. He pulled a small red can from his shirt pocket, hesitated and then tied William to a bush. "Too bad your man sick. Mebby I can help him. He in here?" The squaw gestured dumbly, and Casey stooped and went into the tepee. Inside it was so dark that he stood still just within the opening to get his bearings.

Casey lifted the cup to drink, but the smell of it under his nose sickened him. He weaved uncertainly to the door, opened it and threw out the coffee cup and all. Which was nature flying a storm flag, had any one with a clear head been there to observe the action and the look on Casey's face. "Gimme another shot uh that damn' hootch," he growled.

There were no others. Come to think of it, she had heard a postman's knock when she was dishing up the dinner, but had supposed it to be next door. It sounded like next door. Gilbart took the letter upstairs with him. The address was in Casey's handwriting. "Queer fellow, Casey." He broke the seal in the little bay window.

He did not connect it with that moving light he had seen the night before; that phantom car was a mystery which he would probably never solve, and in Casey's opinion it had nothing to do with a camp fire that twinkled upon a distant hilltop. From the look of it, Casey judged that it was perhaps eight miles off, possibly less.

Not enough to be missed unless they checked their supply more carefully than Casey believed they did; but enough for Casey's purpose nevertheless.

The tunnel was a fairly long one, he noticed, with drifts opening out of it to left and right. At the end of the main tunnel, Joe turned, took Casey's candle from him and stuck it into a seam in the wall, as he had done with his own. "Ever drill in rock?" he asked shortly. "Mebbe I have an' mebbe I ain't," Casey returned defiantly. "Here's a drill, an' here's your single-jack. Now git t' work.

The Little Woman gave me a smiling glance over Casey's shoulder, and lowered a cautious eyelid. I left them then and went away to have a satisfying talk with the sheriff and the prosecuting attorney. In the desert, where roads are fewer and worse than they should be, a man may travel wherever he can negotiate the rocks and sand, and none may say him nay.

You've done a long day's work, more for us than yoursilf, as usual; come along and get your supper." Dannie went, and as he was washing at the back door, Jimmy came through the barn, and up the walk. He was fresh, and in fine spirits, and where ever he had been, it was a sure thing that it was nowhere near Casey's. "Where have you been?" asked Mary wonderingly.

"But I need them," Clyde admitted. "I never pretend to know what I don't know." "Sheila can give most men lessons," said Casey. "The only objection I have is that I intended to instruct you myself." Clyde laughed. "Which offer shall I accept?" "Casey's," said Sheila promptly. "I won't be selfish.

"What yuh figurin' on doin'?" Casey wanted to know. "Set here under a bush an' let 'em pick yuh up same as they would a cottontail, mebbe? We got a hull night to work in, an' Casey's eyes is as good as anybody's in the dark. More'n that, Casey's six-gun kin shoot just as hard an' fast as a rifle let 'im git close enough." Barney did not want to be left alone and said so frankly.

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