It was Peter who roused Jolly Roger many hours later; Peter nosing about the still burning embers of the fire, and at last muzzling his master's face with increasing anxiety.

McKay sat up out of his nest of balsam boughs and blankets and caught the bright glint of sunlight through the treetops.

He rubbed his eyes and stared again to make sure.

Then he looked at his watch.

It was ten o'clock and peering in the direction of the open he saw the white edge of it glistening in the unclouded blaze of a sun.