The Trail of the White Mule

is arms and turned with majestic deliberation to let the East-and-West traffic through. The motorman slid open his window and shouted insults at the driver, and the t

the Ford. He stooped and gave a heave on the crank, obeyed a motion of the driver's head when the car started, and stepped upon the running board. The traffi

sey did not ask whether the driver was going in his direction, but

feller in bad. But they can't pull nothin' on me. I know 'em to a fare-you-well. Notice how

an appraising look that measured him mentally and physically. "Say, I've heard quite a

t from the desert, as it were. Casey forgot what had happened when Barney Oakes crossed his path claiming acquaintance with Bill Masters, of Lund. H

rewell offering to his domestic goddess before once more going into voluntary exile as advised by the j

laces and men familiar to Casey, who was in a mood that hungered for those

eed-limit sign that Casey lifted himself off his shoulder blades, and awoke to the f

suddenly. "Pull up at a drug store or some place, will yuh? I got to

ch a bus anywhere's along here. I got pinched once for drivin' through here without a tail-light; and

x for me," he confided resentfully. "Towns an' Casey R

up a few for me. I love them saps the way I like rat poison. I've got no use for the clowns nor for towns that actually hands 'e

yan no more. Why, lemme

other than law-abiding. Nobody, he declaimed heatedly, had ever taken HIM by the scruff of the neck and shaken him like a pup, and got awa

hen Casey next awoke to the fact that he was getting farther and farther away from home, they were away p

to the police station right now, lookin' for me. An' I want the cops t' kinda

guess yuh wouldn't hate a mouthful of desert air after swallowing smoke and insults, like yuh done in L. A. Tell her you're takin' a ride to Barstow. You can catch a train out of ther

t walled the Foothill Boulevard. All trees looked alike to Casey, an

kled with a sinful pride in his prosperity, which was still new enough to be novel. "Yuh don't catch Casey Ryan goin' around no more without a dime in his hind p

responded easily. "You never know when yuh might need it. Well, there's a

place incident over a long-distance telephone. The Little Woman seemed struck with a sense of the unusual; her voice betrayed trepidation and she asked questions which Casey fou

I will have to come and get you out of it. San Bernardino sounds bad to me, Casey, and you're pre

g like that, yuh got a right to put it down for the truth. I'm going to Barstow for a breath uh fresh air. This is a feller that knows Bill Masters. I'll be

to do exactly what he said he would do. And he really did