My own skin has been broken, but just barely, four times by bullets.

I've a notion that those bullets were coming straight for some vital part of me, but seeing who it was, and knowing that such a noble character ought not to be slain, they turned aside as quickly as possible, but not so quickly that they could avoid grazing my skin." Dick and Pennington laughed.

Warner's fooling amused them and relieved the painful tension of their minds.
"But, George," said Pennington, "suppose one of the bullets failed to turn aside and killed you.

What could we say then for you ?" "That it was a silly, ignorant bullet not knowing whence it came, or where it was going.

Ah, there's light in the darkness! Look across the hill and see that shining flame!" Dick rose and then the three walked to the brow of the hill, where Colonel Winchester stood, using his glasses as well as he could in the dusk.
"It's the pine forest on fire in places," he said.