When she had finished she rose to her feet, and stood there swaying back and forth, like one of the spruce-top shadows, while she pointed up the moonlit trail.
"Go, Peter!" she cried softly.

"Quick! Follow him, Peter--catch him--bring him back! Mister Roger--Jolly Roger--go, Peter! Go--go--go--" It was strange to Peter.

But he was beginning to understand.

He sniffed in Jolly Roger's footprints, and then he looked up quickly, and saw that it had pleased the girl.

She was urging him on.