Goodnight! And--Mother of Heaven!--listen to the wind." "Yes, it's a bad night," said McKay.
He looked at Peter when Breault was gone, and his heart was beating fast.

He could hear the wind, too.

It was sweeping over the Barren more fiercely than before, and the sound of it brought a steely glitter into his eyes.

This time he could not run away from the law.

Flight meant death.