Swiftly as its fury had come, the July storm was passing.

And Nada staggered to her feet again and went on.
Her mind began to react with the lessening of the storm, dragging itself out quickly from under the oppression of fear and shock.

She began to reason, and with that reason the beginning of faith and confidence gave her new strength.

She knew that Jolly Roger would take this trail, for it was the one trail leading from the Missioner's cabin through the thick forest country north.

And in half an hour he would not travel far.
The thrilling thought came to her that possibly he had sought shelter in the lee of a big tree trunk during the fury of the storm.