Chapter 29 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 mea