learly, and understand.

For a space she breathed in the oppressive something that was in the
air, and her eyes went east and west for sign of storm. But there was
no threat of storm. The clouds were drifting slowly and softly, with
starlight breaking through their rifts, and there was no moan of
thunder or wail of wind far away. Her heart, for a little, seemed to
stop its beating, and her hands clasped tightly at her breast. She
began to understand, and a strange thrill crept into her. The spirits
had put a great burden upon the night so that it might drive sleep from
her eyes. They were warning her. They were telling her of danger,
approaching swiftly, almost impending. And it was peril for the white
man who was sleeping somewhere near.

Swiftly she began seeking for him, her naked little brown feet making
no sound in the soft white sands of Wollaston.

And as she sought, the clouds thinned out above, and the stars shone
through more clearly, as if to make easier for her the quest in the
gloom.

Where he had made his bed of blankets in the sand, close beside a flat
mass of water-washed sandstone, Jolly Roger lay half asleep. Peter was
wide awake. His eyes gleamed brightly and watchfully. His lank and bony
body was tense and alert. He did not whine or snap his jaws, though he
heard the Indian dogs occasionally doing so. The comradeship of a
fugitive, ever on the watch for his fellow men, had made him silent and
velvet-footed, and had sharpened his senses to the keenness of knives.
He, too, felt the impelling force of an approaching menace in this
night of stillness and mystery, and he watched closely the restless
movements of his master's body, and listened with burning eyes to the
name which he had spoken three times in the last five minutes of his
sleep.

It was Nada's name, and as Jolly Roger cried it out softly in the old
way, as if Nada was standing before them, he reached out, and his hands
struck the sandstone rock. His eyes opened, and slowly he sat up. The
sky had cleared of clouds, and there was starlight, and in that
starlight Jolly Roger saw a figure standing near him in the sand. At
first he thought it was Sun Cloud, for Peter stood with his head raised
to her. Then he saw it was Yellow Bird, with her beautiful eyes looking
at him steadily and strangely as he awakened.

He got upon his feet and went to her, and took one of her hands. It was
cold. He felt the shiver that ran through her slim body,