In this silence she lay content, until Peter--growing restless--started quietly into the golden depths of the forest.
It was Pied-Bot's going, cautious and soft-footed, as if danger and menace might lurk just ahead of him, that brought another look into McKay's eyes as Nada's hand crept to his cheek, and rested there.
"You love me--very much ?" "More than life," he answered, and as he spoke he was watching Peter, questing the soft wind that came whispering from the south.
Her finger touched his lips, gentle and sweet.
"And wherever you go, I go--forever and always ?" she questioned.
"Yes, forever and always"-- and his eyes were looking through miles upon miles of deep forest, and at the end he saw the thin and pitiless face of a man who was following his trail, Breault the Ferret.
His arms closed more tightly about her, and he pressed her face against him.
"And I pray God you will never be sorry," he said, still looking through the miles of forest.
"No, no--sorry I shall never be," she cried softly.

"Not if we fly, and go hungry, and fight--and die.

Never shall I be sorry--with you," and he felt the tightening of her arms.
And then, as he remained silent, with his lips on the velvety smoothness of her hair, she told him what Father John had already told him--of her wild effort to overtake him in that night of storm when he had fled from the Missioner's cabin at Cragg's Ridge; and in turn he told her how Peter came to him in the break of the morning with the treasure which had saved him heart and soul, and how he had given that treasure into the keeping of Yellow Bird, on the shores of Wollaston.
And thereafter, for an hour, as they wandered through the May-time sweetness of the forest, she would permit him to talk of only Yellow Bird and Sun Cloud; and, one thing leading to another, she learned how it was that Yellow Bird had been his fairy in childhood days, and how he came to be an outlaw for her in later manhood.

Her eyes were shining when he had finished, and her red lips were a-tremble with the quickness of her breathing.
"Some day--you'll take me there," she whispered.

"Oh, I'm so proud of you, my Roger.