And in these days Jolly Roger found in Peter's comradeship and growing understanding a comforting outlet for the things which at times consumed him.

Peter saw it all--hours when Jolly Roger's voice and laughter filled the cabin with cheer and happiness, and others when his face was set in grim lines, with that hard, far-away look in his eyes that Peter could never quite make out.

It was at such times, when Jolly Roger held a choking grip on the love in his heart, that he told Peter things which he had never revealed to a human soul.
In the dusk of one evening, as he sat wet with the fording of the creek, he said to Peter, "We ought to go, Peter.

We ought to pack up--and go tonight.
Because--sometimes I'm afraid of myself, Pied-Bot.

I'd kill for her.