And it grew warmer, until Jolly Roger flung back the hood of his parkee and turned up the fur of his cap.

That night a million stars lighted the heaven.
After this first day and night nothing could break down the hope and confidence of Jolly Roger and his, dog.

Peter knew they were going south, in which direction lay everything he had ever yearned for; and each night beside their campfire McKay made a note with pencil and paper and measured the distance they had come and the distance they had yet to go.

Hope in a little while became certainty.

Into his mind urged no thought of changes that might have taken place at Cragg's Ridge; or, if the thought did come, it caused him no uneasiness.