A gust of wind blew out the light, but in the last flare of it Nada saw a knife in an Eskimo sheath hanging on the wall.

She groped for it, and clutched it in her hand as she climbed through the window and dropped to the soggy ground beneath.

In a single leap Peter followed her.

Blackness swallowed them as they turned toward the trail leading north--the only trail which Jolly Roger could travel on a night like this.

They heard the voice of the Missioner calling from the window behind them.