What do you think, Pied-Bot?
Shall we take a chance, and go back to Cragg's Ridge in the spring ?" Peter wriggled himself in answer, as a wild shriek of wind wailed over the huge snow-dune.
Jolly Roger's fingers tightened at Peter's neck.
"Well, we're going," he said, as though he was telling Peter something new.

"I'm believing Yellow Bird, Pied-Bot.

I'm believing her--now.
What she told us was more than fortune-telling.

It wasn't just Indian sorcery.

When she shut herself up and starved for those three days and nights in her little conjurer's house, just for you and me--SOMETHING HAPPENED.