“Yes—yes—a thousand times yes. It's the voice of God. I feel it and I know it.”
He throttled the racer down to the lowest speed and took the longest road home.
Again and again he slipped his left hand from the wheel and pressed hers.
“You won't let anybody knock me behind my back, now will you, little girl?”
She pressed his hand in answer.
“I ain't got a single friend in all God's world to stand up for me but just you.”
“You don't need anyone,” she whispered.
“You'll give me a chance to get back at 'em if any of your friends knock me, won't you?”
“Why should they dislike you?”
He shrugged his shoulders.