Casey got rather white around the mouth, then.

But he didn't say a word.

Indeed, he had said mighty little since that fourth blow of the double-jack; just enough to get along intelligently, with what he had to do.

He hadn't even told the Little Woman he was sorry.
So Babe was asleep and tucked in her bed, and Casey turned down the light and asked perfunctorily if there was anything else he could do, and had started for the door.

And then-- "Casey Ryan," called the Little Woman, with the teasing note in her voice.
"Casey Ryan, come back here and listen to me.