im Cassidy appeared to be.

Casey was booked--along with "Tom Smith"--on two charges: theft of one
Ford car, motor number so-and-so, serial number this-and-that, model,
touring, year, whatever-it-was. And, unlawful transportation of
spirituous liquor. He tried to give the judge the wink, but without
any happy result. So he eventually found himself locked in a cell with
Jim Cassidy.

Just at first, Casey Ryan was proud of the part he was playing. He
could look with righteous toleration upon the limpness of his fellow
prisoner. He could feel secure in the knowledge that he, Casey Ryan,
was an agent of the government engaged in helping to uphold the laws of
his country.

He waited for an hour or two, listening with a superior kind of
patience to Jim Cassidy's panicky unbraidings of his luck. At first
Jim was inclined to blame Casey rather bitterly for the plight he was
in. But Casey soon stopped that. Young Kenner was the responsible
party in this mishap, as Casey very soon made plain to Jim.

"Well, I dunno but what you're right. It WAS kind of a dirty
trick--workin' a stole car off onto you. Why didn't he pick some
sucker on the outside? Don't line up with Kenner, somehow. Well, I
guess mebby Smilin' Lou can see us out uh this hole all right--only I
don't like that car-stealin' charge. Mebby Kenner an' Lou can
straighten it up, though."

Casey wondered if they could. He wondered, too, how Nolan was going to
find out about Smiling Lou getting the camouflaged White Mule. Nolan
had not explained that to Casey--but Casey was not worrying yet. His
faith in Mack Nolan was firm.

Came bedtime, however, with no sign of official favor toward Casey
Ryan. Casey began to wonder. But probably, he consoled himself with
thinking, they meant to wait until Jim Cassidy was asleep before they
turned Casey loose. He lay on the hard bunk and waited hopefully,
listening to the stertorous breathing of Jim Cassidy, who had forgotten
his troubles in sleep.

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 youn