He laughed as he put his skill and strength in the sweep of his paddle, and for a time the thought that he was an outlaw, and in losing Nada had lost everything in life worth righting for, was not so oppressive.

It was the old, joyous laugh, stirred by his sense of humor, and the trick he had played on Cassidy.

He could imagine Cassidy back on the shore, his temper redder than his hair as he cursed and tore up the sand in his search for another canoe.
"We're inseparable," Jolly Roger explained to Peter.

"Wherever I go, Cassidy is sure to follow.

You see, it's this way.