Looked a sorry chance that anybody would come along for the next week or so." "Mister, you're a godsend, if ever there was one.

I'd write your name on the roster of saints in my prayer book, if I ever said prayers and had a prayer book and a pencil and knew what name to write." "Casey Ryan.

Don't you worry, ma'am.

We'll get you outa here in no time." Casey grinned and craned his neck.

Looking lower this time, he saw a pair of feet which did not seem to belong to that voice, though they were undoubtedly feminine.