"But we couldn't, just like we couldn't have brought Nada up here with us.

And we're going back.

I'm going to keep that promise.

We're going back, Peter, if we hang for it!" And Jolly Roger's jaw would set grimly as he measured the time between.
The tenth day came and he set out for the mouth of the Canoe River.

On the afternoon of the twelfth he paddled slowly into Limping Moose Creek.