She tried to look back, but she could not see very far.

She could not vision that day, less than a year ago, when Miki, an angular pup, came down out of the Farther North with Challoner; she could not vision the strange comradeship between the pup and Neewa, the little black bear cub, nor that tragic day when they had fallen out of Challoner's canoe into the swift stream that had carried them over the waterfall and into the Great Adventure which had turned Neewa into a grown bear and Miki into a wild dog.

But in her heart she FELT the things which she could not see.

Miki had not come by chance.
Something greater than that had sent him.
She rose quietly, so that she would not waken the baby in the crib, and opened the door.

The moon was just rising over the forest and through the glow of it she went to the cage.