He was an outlaw, and the police wanted him, but-- Peter was troubled by the grimness that settled in his master's face.
They waited for dusk, and when deep shadows had gathered in the valley McKay led the way out of the rock-pile.
An hour later they came cautiously through the darkness that lay between the broken shoulders of Cragg's Ridge.

There was a light in the cabin, but Nada's window was dark.

Peter crouched down under the warning pressure of McKay's hand.
"I'll go on alone," he said.

"You stay here." It seemed a long time that he waited in the darkness.

He could not hear the low tap, tap, tap of his master's fingers against the glass of Nada's darkened window.