"I could FEEL it.

I wish I could have seen her face." He set out over the plain; and then, as if remembering that he must explain the matter to Peter, he said: "She can't get out tonight, Pied-Bot, but she'll come to us in the jackpines tomorrow afternoon.

We'll have to wait." He tried to say the thing cheerfully, but between this night and tomorrow afternoon seemed an interminable time, now that he was determined to make a clean breast of his affairs to Nada, and leave the country.

Most of that night he walked in the coolness of the moonlit plain, and for a long time he sat amid the flower-scented shadows of the trysting-place in the heart of the jackpine clump, where Nada had a hidden place all her own.

It was here that Peter discovered something which Jolly Roger could not see in the deep shadows, a bundle warm and soft and sweet with the presence of Nada herself.