'But you nearly blinded me.

That powder stuff stings awfully.' A neat little splash of gray led on a stone showed where the bullet had gone.

Maisie began to whimper.
'Don't,' said Dick, jumping to his feet and shaking himself.

'I'm not a bit hurt.' 'No, but I might have killed you,' protested Maisie, the corners of her mouth drooping.

'What should I have done then ?' 'Gone home and told Mrs.Jennett.' Dick grinned at the thought; then, softening, 'Please don't worry about it.