"Did you hit him?"
"I don't think so," replied Racey without turning his head. "Keep down."
"I am down."
"How you feel?"
"Pretty good-considering."
"Close squeak-considerin'."
"Yes," said she in a small voice, "it was a close squeak. You-you saved my life, Racey."
"Shucks," he said, much embarrassed, "that wasn't anythin'-I mea