Yet always when he awoke from his dreams they went on again--not south--but north.

To Peter this was hopeless mystery, and he possessed no power of reason to solve it.

Nor could he speak in words the message which he carried in his heart--that last crying agony of the girl when she had sent him out on the trail of Roger McKay, entreating him to bring back the man she loved and would always love in spite of all the broken and unbroken laws in the world.
That night, as they lay beside the Burntwood, Peter heard his master crying out Nada's name in his sleep.
And the next dawn they went on--still farther north.
In these days and weeks, with the hot inundation of the wilderness about him, McKay fought doggedly against the forces which were struggling to break down the first law of his creed.

The law might catch him, and probably would, and when it caught him the law might hang him--and probably would.

But it would never KNOW him.