He said he'd like to have a man like you for a brother.

And Peter loves you.

And I--" The color came into her white face.
"I'm goin' with you and Peter," she finished.
Something came to relieve the tenseness of the moment for Jolly Roger.
Peter, nosing in a thick patch of bunch-grass, put out a huge snowshoe rabbit, and the two crashed in a startling avalanche through the young jackpines, Peter's still puppyish voice yelling in a high staccato as he pursued.

Jolly Roger turned from Nada, and stared where they had gone.
But he was seeing nothing.

He knew the hour of his mightiest fight had come.