I'll wait." A wan smile came over Cassidy's lips, and then he moaned again, and his eyes closed.

The girl thrust Jolly Roger back.
"No--you better not go far, an' you better wait," she said, and there was an unspoken thing in the dark glow of her eyes that made him think of Nada on that day when she told him how Jed Hawkins had struck her in the cabin at Cragg's Ridge.
That night Jolly Roger made his camp close to the mouth of the Limping Moose.

And for three days thereafter his trail led only between this camp and the cabin of old Robert Baron and his granddaughter, Giselle.
All this time Cassidy was telling things in a fever.

He talked a great deal about Jolly Roger.

And the girl, nursing him night and day, with scarcely a wink of sleep between, came to believe they had been great comrades, and had been inseparable for a long time.