He cried out aloud, and Peter, squatted at his feet with his red tongue lolling out, listened to him.
"She is mine, mine, mine," he was saying, and he repeated that word over and over, until Peter quirked his ears, and wondered what it meant.

And then, seeing Peter, Jolly Roger laughed softly, and bent over him, with a look of awe and wonderment mingling with the happiness in his face.
"She's mine--ours," he cried boyishly.

"God A'mighty took a hand, Pied-Bot, and she's going with us! We're going tonight, when the moon comes up.

And Peter--Peter--we're going straight to the Missioner's, and he'll marry us, and then we'll hit for a place where no one in the world will ever find us.

The law may want us, Pied-Bot, but God--this God all around--is good to us.