I may be kidnapped and held for ransom in the wilds of Connecticut and the van may burn up some night when I'm asleep in it.
Then I may eat poison berries in a fit of absent-mindedness, I may fall into a river while I'm fishing, forget how to swim, and drown, Johnny may gather amanitas and kill us both, and something or other may bite me.

There are one or two other little things like forest fires, floods and brigands--" "Help!" murmured Philip.
"Can you add anything to that ?" demanded Diane politely.
Philip laughed.

Diane, delicately sarcastic, was irresistible.
"There is the bullet--" he reminded gravely.
"_Please_!" begged Diane faintly.
Philip flushed with a sense of guilt.
"Well," he owned, "I have bothered you a lot about it, that's a fact! But it sticks so in my mind.

There's something else--" "Yes ?" said Diane discouragingly.
"Didn't you tell me yesterday that you'd had a feeling some one had been spying on your camp ?" "Yes," said Diane in serious disapproval.

"I did.