And we'll try and pay Him back.

We will, Peter!" He straightened himself, and faced the west.

Then he picked up the bundle Nada had brought, and dived through the jackpines, with Peter at his heels.

Swiftly they moved through the shadowing dusk of the plain, and came at last to the Stew-Kettle, and to their hiding-place under the shoulders of Gog and Magog.

There was still a faint twilight in the tunnel, and in this twilight Jolly Roger McKay packed his possessions; and then, with fingers that trembled as if they were committing a sacrilege, he drew Nada's few treasures from her bundle and placed them tenderly with his own.