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      He had just straightened the jack and was beginning to lift the bare wheel off the ground again when the fifth offspring descended. Casey thought again of the hippopotamus in its infancy. The fifth was perhaps fifteen, but she had apparently reached her full growth, which was very nearly that of her mother. She had also reached the age of self-consciousness, and she simpered at Casey when he assisted her to alight.

      Casey was not bashful, nor was he over-fastidious; men who have lived long in the wilderness are not, as a rule. Still, he had his little whims, and he failed to react to the young lady’s smile. His pale blue eyes were keen to observe details and even Casey did not approve of “high-water marks” on feminine beauty.

      Well, that brought the whole family to view save the youngest who had evidently dropped asleep and was left in the truck. Casey went to work on the wheel again, after directing mother and daughter to the desert water bag which swung suspended from ropes in the rear of the garage.

      Ten minutes later a dusty limousine stopped for gas and oil, and Casey left his work to wait upon them. There was a very good-looking girl driving, and the man beside her was undoubtedly only her father, and Casey was humanly anxious to be remembered pleasantly when they drove on. He asked them to wait and have a drink of cold water, and was deeply humiliated to find that both water bags were empty,—the overgrown girl having used the last to wash her face. Casey didn’t like her any the better for that, or for having accentuated the high-water mark, or for forcing him to apologize to the pretty driver of the limousine.

      He refilled the water bags and remarked pointedly that it would take an hour for the water to cool in them and that they must be left alone in the meantime. He did not look at the girl, but from the tail of his eye he saw her pull a contemptuous grimace at him when she thought his back safely turned.

      Wherefore Casey finished the putting on of the fourth tire pretty well up toward the boiling point in temper and in blood. I have not mentioned half the disagreeable trifles that nagged at him during the interval,—his audience, for instance, that hovered so close that he could not get up without colliding with one of them, so full of aimless talk that he mislaid tools in his distraction. Juan was a pest and Casey thought malevolently how he would kill him when the job was finished. Juan went around like one in a trance, his heavy-lidded, opaque eyes following every movement of the girl, which kept her younger sisters giggling. But even with interruptions and practically no assistance the truck stood at last with four good tires on its wheels, and Casey wiped a perspiring face and let down the jack, thankful that the job was done; thinking, too, that ten dollars would be a big reduction on the price. He had to count his time, you see.

      “Well, how much does it come to, mister?” the lord of the flock asked dolefully, when Casey called him in and told him that he could go at any time now.

      Casey told him, and made the price only five dollars lower than the full amount, just because he hated to see men walk around loose in their pants, with their stomachs sagged in as though they never were fed a square meal in their lives.

      “It’s a pile uh money to pay out for rubber that’s goin’ to be chewed off on these here danged rocks,” sighed the man.

      Casey grunted and began collecting his tools, rescuing the best hammer he had from one of the girls. “I wisht it was all profit,” he said. “Or even a quarter of it. I’m sellin’ ‘em close as I can an’ git paid fer my time puttin’ ‘em on.”

      “Oh, I ain’t kickin’ about the price. I’m satisfied with that.” Men usually are, you notice, when they want credit. “Now I tell yuh. I ain’t got that much money with me—”

      Casey spat and pointed his thumb toward a sign which he had nailed up just the day before, thinking that it would save both himself and his customers some embarrassment. The sign, except that the letters were not even, was like this:

      “CHECKS MUST BE CASHED BY THE ONER OR THEY AIN’T CASHED”

      The lean man read and looked at Casey humbly. “Well, I ain’t never wrote a check in my life. Now I tell yuh. I ain’t got the money to pay for these tires, but I tell yuh what I’ll do; I’m goin’ on up to my brother—he’s got a prune orchard a little ways out from San Jose, an’ he’s well fixed. Now I’ll write out an order on my brother, fer him to send you the money. He’s good fer it, an’ he’ll do it. I’m goin’ on up to help him work his place on shares, so I c’n straighten up with him when I get—”

      Casey had picked up the jack again and was regretfully but firmly adjusting it under the front axle. “That ain’t the first good prospect I ever had pinch out on me,” he observed, trying to be cheerful over it. He could even grin while he squinted up at the lean man.

      “Well, now, you can’t hardly refuse to trust a man in my fix!”

      “Think I can’t?” Casey was working the jack handle rapidly and the words came in jerks. “You stand there and watch me.” He spun the wheel free and reached for his socket wrench. “I wisht you’d spoke your piece before I set these dam nuts so tight,” he added.

      The lean man turned and looked inquiringly at his wife. “Ain’t I honest, maw, and don’t I pay my debts? An’ ain’t my brother Joe honest, an’ don’t he pay his debts? Would you think the man lived, maw, that would set a man with a fambly afoot out on the desert like this?”

      “Nev’ mind, now, paw. Give him time to think what it means, an’ he won’t. He’s got a heart.”

      The baby awoke and cried then, and Casey’s heart squirmed in his chest. But he thought of Bill and stiffened his business nerve.

      “I got a heart; sure I’ve got a heart. You ask anybody if Casey’s got a heart. But I also got a pardner.”

      “Your pardner’s likely gen’l’man enough to trust us, if you ain’t,” maw said sharply.

      “Yes, ma’am, he is. But he’s got these tires to pay fer on the first of the month. It ain’t a case uh not trustin’; it’s a case of git the money or keep the tires. I wisht you had the money—she shore is a good bunch uh rubber I let yuh try on.”

      They wrangled with him while he removed the tires he had so painstakingly adjusted, but Casey was firm. He had to be. There is no heart in the rubber trust; merely a business office that employs very efficient bookkeepers, who are paid to see that others pay. He removed the new tires; that was his duty to Bill. By then it was five o’clock when all good mechanics throw down their pliers and begin to shed their coveralls.

      Casey was his own man after five o’clock. He rolled the tattered tires out into the sunlight, let out the air and yanked them from their rims. “Come on here and help, and I’ll patch up your old tires so you c’n go on,” he offered good-naturedly, in spite of the things the woman had said to him. “The tire don’t live that Casey can’t patch if it comes to a showdown.”

      Before he was through with them he had donated four blow-out patches to the cause, and about five hours of hard labor. The Smith family—yes, they were of the tribe of Smith—were camped outside and quarreling incessantly. The goats, held in spasmodic restraint by Humbolt and Greeley and a little spotted dog which Casey had overlooked in his first inventory, were blatting inconsequently in the sage behind the garage. Casey cooked a belated supper and hoped that the outfit would get an early start, and that their tires would hold until they reached Ludlow, at least. “Though I ain’t got nothin’ against Ludlow,” he added to himself while he poured his coffee.

      “Maw wants to know if you got any coffee you kin lend,” the shrill voice of Portia sounded unexpectedly at his elbow. Casey jumped,—an indication that his nerves had been unstrung.

      “Lend? Hunh! Tell ‘er I give her a cupful.” Then, because Casey had streaks of wisdom, he closed the doors of the garage and locked them from the inside. Cars might come and honk as long as they liked; Casey was going to have his sleep.

      Very early he was awakened by the bleating, the barking, the crying and the wrangling of the Smiths. He pulled his tarp over his

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