She smiled gently at him, and her lips formed an unvoiced whisper of gratitude as he turned to go.
At the door he looked back.

He thought she was beautiful then, with her shining hair and eyes, and her lips parted, and her hands half reaching out to him, as if in that moment of parting she was giving him courage and faith.

Suddenly she pressed the palms of her fingers to her mouth and sent the kiss of benediction to him through the twilight glow of the snow-room.
A moment later, crawling through his tunnel with Peter close behind him, there was an exultant singing in Jolly Roger's heart.

Again he was fleeing from the law, but always, as Yellow Bird had predicted in her sorcery, there were happiness and hope in his going.

And always there was someone to urge him on, and to take a pride in him, like Josephine Tavish.
He broke through the dune-crust at the end of his tunnel and crawled out into the thick, gray dawn of a barren-land day.