In this clearing was a cabin, and from the cabin came an old man to meet him--an old man and a girl.
At first something shot up into Peter's throat, for he thought it was Nada who came behind the grizzled and white-headed man.

There was the same lithe slimness in her body, the same brown glint in her hair, and the same--but he saw then that it was not Nada.

She was older.

She was a bit taller.

And her face was white when she saw the bleeding burden on Jolly Roger's back.
"I shot him," panted McKay.