"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.

"Well, I ain't exactly one o' the high-flyers now
am I?"

"I'm glad you're not."