HUE AND CRY
"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 mean—you—you know what I mean."
"Surely, I know what you mean. All the same, you saved my life. Tell me, was that man shooting at us all the time after I fainted until you got me under cover?"