"Rags," was the answer.
"You've got another name besides that, haven't you?"
"Sure; but yous don't hear me sayin' it, I guess." Her face hardened a little as she added: "Yous has done a lot fer me"—here she fixed her large eyes steadily on Matt—"an' I'd do a lot fer yous, on'y don't ask me name or anyt'ing about meself; see? Dat goes. Come around here an' grab holt o' me mitt. Dere ain't nobody treated me white fer quite a spell. De rest is all right, but yous is de one dat's made a hit wid Rags."
Susie drew back a little and Chub pushed up a chair. Matt humored the child and sat down beside her.
"W'at d'yous call yerself?" she asked, snuggling Matt's hand against her cheek.
"Matt," he answered.
"Gee, but yous is fine! Say, ain't yous de Motor Matt de push has been talkin' about?"
"They call me that sometimes."
She laughed, and her eyes danced as they looked into his.
"Ain't it great t' have a feller like yous stop a runaway team an' pull yous out o' de smash! Why, yous saved me jest like yous did Dirk Hawley's goil, only she was ridin' a horse while I was hangin' to a busted wagon."