He waited half an hour, three-quarters, an hour--after the moon had risen.

And Nada did not come.

The nervousness grew in him, and he moved out into the moon-glow, and slowly and watchfully followed the edge of the rock-shadows until he came to the fringe of cedars and spruce behind the cabin.

Peter, careful not to snap a twig under his paws, followed closely.

They came to the cabin, and there--very distinctly--Jolly Roger McKay heard the low moaning of a voice.
He edged his way to the window, and looked in.
Crouched beside a chair in the middle of the floor was Jed Hawkins's woman.