And it was peril for the white man who was sleeping somewhere near.
Swiftly she began seeking for him, her naked little brown feet making no sound in the soft white sands of Wollaston.
And as she sought, the clouds thinned out above, and the stars shone through more clearly, as if to make easier for her the quest in the gloom.
Where he had made his bed of blankets in the sand, close beside a flat mass of water-washed sandstone, Jolly Roger lay half asleep.

Peter was wide awake.

His eyes gleamed brightly and watchfully.

His lank and bony body was tense and alert.

He did not whine or snap his jaws, though he heard the Indian dogs occasionally doing so.