"And no matter what I do the moon will go on climbing." He lazily pointed the stem of his pipe at a firelit tree.

"What glints so oddly there," he wondered, "when the fire leaps ?" "It's the bullet," replied Diane absently and bit her lip with a quick flush of annoyance.
"What bullet ?" said Philip with instant interest.

"It's odd I hadn't noticed it before." "Some one shot in the forest last night while Johnny was off chasing your assailant.

Likely the second man he saw cranking the car.

It struck the tree.