Breault, the Ferret, might come.

Or Porter.

Or that Somebody Else who was always on his trail.

If the game finished thus, he would be satisfied.
When he stopped to make a pot of black tea and warm a snack to eat Jolly Roger tried to explain this new meaning of life to Peter.
"The big thing we must do is to get there--safely," he said, already beginning to make plans in the back of his head.

And then he went on, building up his fabric of new hope before Peter, while he crunched his luncheon of toasted bannock and fat bacon.