And strange memory of a bundle came back to Peter, for very quietly, as if unseen ears might be listening to her, Nada gathered many things in a pile on the table, and made another bundle.

This bundle she thrust under her bed, just as a long time ago she had thrust a similar bundle under a banksian clump in the meadowland below Cragg's Ridge.
Father John went to his bed very early, and he was thinking of Breault.
The Hudson's Bay Company post was only twelve miles away, and Breault would surely go there before questing from cabin to cabin for his victim.
So it happened that a little after midnight he rose without making a sound, and by the light of a candle wrote a note for Nada, saying he had business at the post that day, and without wakening them had made an early start.

This note Nada read to McKay when they sat at breakfast.
"Quite frequently he has gone like that," Nada explained.

"He loves the forests at night--in the light of the moon." "But last night there was no moon," said Roger.
"Yes--" "And when Father John left the cabin the sky was clouded, and it was very dark." "You heard him go ?" "Yes, and saw him.

There was a worried look in his face when he wrote that note in the candle-glow." "Roger, what do you mean ?" McKay went behind her chair, and tilted up her face, and kissed her shining hair and questioning eyes.
"It means, precious little wife, that Father John is hurrying to the post to get news of Breault if he can.