He had played among the rocks and pebbles and sand where it was made.

His courage came back, and he rose up on his legs, and made his way toward it.

Something inside him told him to go quietly, but his feet were big and clumsy, and half a dozen times in the next two minutes he stumbled on his nose.

At last he came to the stream, scarcely wider than a man might have reached across, rippling and plashing its way through the naked roots of trees.

And ahead of him Peter saw light.