"It's a miracle." Colonel Wiljohn slid an arm around Hal's waist to help him over to the waiting automobile. "That dashed faulty plane came down in shreds, spars gone here, wings drifted yonder. I couldn't tell in heaven's name where you were going to smash. I shot cars and stretchers out in every direction. And now I find you floating on our lake, calm as somebody on a bed of roses--"