Even in his weariness he fought madly against the thought that Nada was dead and he repeated the word "impossible--impossible" so often that it ran in sing-song through his brain.

And he could not keep away from him the white, thin face of the Missioner, who had promised on his faith In God to care for Nada, and who had passed the settler's cabin ALONE.
Another two hours they went on and then came the first of the green timber.

Under the shelter of some balsams Jolly Roger found a resting place and there they waited for the break of dawn.

Peter stretched out and slept.

But Jolly Roger sat with his head and shoulders against the bole of a tree, and not until the light of the moon was driven away by the darkness that preceded dawn by an hour or two did his eyes close in restless slumber.