master.

And for a long time after that, as the sun rose over a wonderful world,
Peter and his master slept.

CHAPTER IX

It was the restlessness of Peter that roused Jolly Roger. Half awake,
and before he opened his eyes, life seized upon him where sleep had cut
it off for a time last night. His muscles ached. His neck was stiff. He
seemed weighted like a log to the hard earth. Swiftly the experience of
the preceding hours rushed upon him, and it was in the first of this
wakefulness that he felt the presence of Peter.

He sat up and stared wide-eyed at the dog. The fact that Peter had
escaped from the cabin, and had followed him, was not altogether
amazing. It was quite the natural thing for a one-man dog to do. But
the unexpectedness of it held McKay speechless, and at first a little
disappointed. It was as if Peter had deliberately betrayed a trust.
During the storm and flight of the night McKay had thought of him as
the one connecting link remaining between him and the girl he loved. He
had left Peter to fill his place, to guard and watch and keep alive the
memory of the man who was gone. For him there had been something of
consolation in this giving up of his comradeship to Nada. And Peter had
turned traitor.

Even Peter seemed to sense the argument and condemnation that was
passing behind McKay's unsmiling eyes. He did not move, but lay
squatted on his belly, with his nose straight out on the ground between
his forepaws. It was his attitude of self-immolation. His
acknowledgment of the other's right to strike with lash or club. Yet in
his eyes, bright and steady behind his mop of whiskers, Jolly Roger saw
a prayer.

Without a word he held out his arms. It was all Peter needed, and in a
moment he was hugged up close against McKay. After all, there was a
mighty something that reached from heart to heart of these two, and
Jolly Roger said, with a sound that was half laugh and half sob in his
throat,

"_Pied-Bot_, you devil--you little devil--"

His fingers closed in the cloth about Peter's neck, and his heart
jumped when he saw what it was--a piece of Nada's dress. Peter,
realizing that at last the importance of his mission was understood,
waited in eager watchfulness while his master untied the knot. And in
another moment, out in the clean and glorious sun that had followed
storm, McKay held the shining tress of Nada's hair.

It was a real sob that broke in his throat now, and Peter saw him crush