I was frightened of course, for at first I thought it had been aimed straight at me--and I was quite alone--but startling things do happen now and then, and if you can't explain them, you might as well forget them.

I hope I may count on your silence.

If my aunt gets wind of it, she'll conjure up a trail of accidental shots to follow me from here to Florida and every time it storms, she'll like as not hear ghost-bullets.

She's like that." "Florida!" ejaculated Philip--and stared.
"To be sure!" said Diane.

"Why not?
Must I alter my plans for somebody's stray bullet ?" Philip frowned uneasily.