Who else, of all the women in the world, could be following his trail across the Barrens--a thousand miles from civilization?
He began to shout her name.

"Nada--Nada--Nada!" And hidden in the gloom at his side Peter barked.
Storm and darkness swallowed them.

The last faint gleam of the alcohol lamp died out.

Jolly Roger did not look back.

Blindly he stumbled ahead, counting his footsteps as he went, and shouting Nada's name.