The movement, slight as it was, made the man stir.

His hand rose, and then fell limply across Peter's body.

But the fingers moved.
Unconsciously, as if guided by the spirit and prayer of the girl waiting far back in the forest, they twined about the cloth around Peter's neck--his message to his master.
And for a long time after that, as the sun rose over a wonderful world, Peter and his master slept..