And now he cried out aloud, a groaning, terrible cry as he went on.

Hawkins and Nada had reached Mooney's shack long before this, a shack buried deep in the wilderness, a shack from which no cries could be heard-- Peter, trotting behind, whined at what he heard in Jolly Roger McKay's panting voice.

And the moon shone on them as they staggered and ran, and here and there dark clouds were racing past the face of it, and the slumberous whisper of storm grew nearer in the air.

And then came the time when one of the dark clouds rode under the moon and the two ran on in darkness.

The cloud passed, and the moon flooded the road again with light--and suddenly Jolly Roger stopped in his tracks, and his heart almost broke in the strain of that moment.
Ahead of them, staggering toward them, sobbing as she came, was Nada.
Jolly Roger's blazing eyes saw everything in that vivid light of the moon.