Peter saw the glint of the moonlight on the ivory sheath of the Eskimo knife, and he saw her white face turned up to the sky--and also that her lips were moving, but he did not hear his name come from them, or any other sound.

He whined, and foot by foot began to nose along the trail on the scent left by Jolly Roger.

It was very clear to his nostrils, and it thrilled him.

He looked back, and again he whined his encouragement to the girl.
"Peter!" she called.

"Peter!" He returned to her.