Always he caught the sweet, illusive perfume of the girl when Jolly Roger drew out their preciously guarded package.

He unwrapped it gently now, and in a moment held in his hands the tress of Nada's hair, the last of her they would ever possess or see.

And Peter wondered again why they did not go back to where they had left the rest of the girl.
Many times, seeing his restlessness and his yearning, Jolly Roger had tried to make him understand.

And Peter tried to comprehend.

But always in his dreams he was with the girl he loved, following her, playing with her, fighting for her, hearing her voice--feeling the touch of her hand.
In his dog soul he wanted her, just as Jolly Roger wanted her with all the yearning and heartbreak of the man.