Jolly Roger's eyes had grown very bright, and suddenly he dropped on his knees beside Peter, and spoke softly, close up to his flattened ear.
"You say it isn't a wolverine, Peter?
Is that what you're trying to tell me ?" Peter's teeth clicked, and he whimpered, never taking his eyes from ahead.
There was a cold light in Jolly Roger's eyes as he rose to his feet, and he turned swiftly and quietly into the edge of the forest, and in the gloom that was gathering there his hand carried the big automatic.

Peter followed him now, and Jolly Roger swung in a wide circle, so that they came up on that forest side of the cabin where there was no window.

And here Jolly Roger knelt down beside Peter again, and whispered to him.
"You stay here, Pied-Bot.

Understand?
You stay here." He pressed him down gently with his hand, so that Peter understood.
Then, slinking low, and swift as a cat, Jolly Roger ran to the end of the cabin where there was no window.

With his head close to the ground he peered out cautiously at the door.