But the sun did not come and Jolly Roger did not miss it over-much for his heart was full of Nada, and a-thrill with the inspiration of his home-going.
"That's what it means, GOING HOME" he said to Peter, who nosed close in the path of his snowshoes.

"There's a thousand miles between us and Cragg's Ridge, a thousand miles of snow and ice--and hell, mebby.

But we'll make it!" He was sure of himself now.

It was as if he had come up from out of the shadow of a great sickness.

He had been unwise.