They passed over the meadow where the thick young jackpines, the red strawberries and the blue violets had been and Peter heard the strange sob when they came to the little hollow--the old trysting place where Nada had first given herself into his master's arms.

And there it was that Peter forgot master and caution and sped swiftly ahead to the break that cut the Ridge in twain.
When Jolly Roger came to that break and ran through it he was staggering from the mad effort he had made.

And then, all at once, the last of his wind came in a cry of gladness.

He swayed against a rock and stood there staring wild-eyed at what was before him.

The world was as black ahead of him as it was behind.