But there was something of cheer about him even in this night of terror outside, and when he had driven his snowshoe into the snow wall, and had placed the lamp on it, he grinned companionably at Peter.
Then, with a deep breath of satisfaction, he puffed out clouds of smoke from his pipe, and stood up to look about their room.
"Not so bad, is it ?" he asked.

"We could have a big house here if we wanted to dig out rooms--eh, Peter?
Parlors, and bed-rooms, and a library--and not a policeman within a million miles of us.

That's the nice part of it, PIED-BOT--none of the Royal Mounties to trouble us.
They would never think of looking for us in the heart of a big snow-dune out in this God-forsaken barren, would they ?" The thought was a pleasing one to Jolly Roger.

He spread out his blankets on the snow floor, and sat down on them, facing Peter.
"We've got 'em beat," he said, a chuckling note of pride in his voice.
"The world is small when it comes to hiding, Pied-Bot, but all the people in it couldn't find us here--not in a million years.

If we could only find a place as safe as this--where a girl could live--and had Nada with us--" Many times during the past few weeks Peter had seen the light that flamed up now in his master's eyes.