“What?”
“A bullet.”
“Peter!”
“Yes. Your luck-piece stopped it, or I shouldn’t be here.”
“There,” said Leonore triumphantly, “I said you weren’t hurt, when the news of the shooting came, because I knew you had it. I was so glad you had taken it!”
“I am going to give it back to you by and by,” said Peter.
“I had rather that you should have it,” said Leonore. “I want you to have my luck.”
“I shall have it just the same even after I’ve given it to you,” said Peter.
“How?”
“I’m going to have it made into a plain gold ring,” replied Peter, “and when I give it to you, I shall have all your luck.”