noon
That night Casey slept fitfully in the car and discovered that even a wall bed in a despised apartment house may be more comfortable than the front seat of a Ford . His bones ached by morning , and he was hungry enough to eat raw bacon and relish it . But the sun was fighting through the piled clouds and shone cheerfully upon the draggled pass , and Casey boiled coffee and fried bacon and bannock beside the trail , and for a little while was happy again . From breakfast until noon he was busy as a beaver repairing the washout beneath the car and on to the top of the hill . She was going to have to get down and dig in her toes to make it , he told the Ford , when at last he heaved pick and shovel into the tonneau , packed in his cooking outfit and made ready to crank up . From then until supper time he wore a trail around the car , looking to see what was wrong and why he could not crank . He removed hootin ' - annies and dingbats -LRB- using Casey 's mechanical terms -RRB- looked them over dissatisfiedly , and put them back without having done them ny good whatever .