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away!"

The thought drew a tightening to her lips, and the pucker of a frown between her eyes,
and she sat Peter down beside her and looked over the valley to the black forest, in the
heart of which was Jolly Roger's cabin.
"It's funny he don't want anybody to know he's there, ain't it--I mean--isn't it, Peter?" she
mused. "He's livin' in the old shack Indian Tom died in last winter, and I've promised not
to tell. He says it's a great secret, and that only you, and I, and the Missioner over at
Sucker Creek know anything about it. I'd like to go over and clean up the shack for him. I
sure would."
Peter, beginning to nose among the rocks, did not see the flash of fire that came slowly
into the blue of the girl's eyes. She was looking at her ragged shoes, at the patched
stockings, at the poverty of her faded dress, and her fingers clenched in her lap.
"I'd do it--I'd go away--somewhere--and never come back, if it wasn't for her," she
breathed. "She treats me like a witch most of the time, but Jed Hawkins made her that
way. I kin remember--"
Suddenly she jumped up, and flung back her head defiantly, so that her hair streamed out
in a sun-filled cloud in a gust of wind that came up the valley.
"Some day, I'll kill 'im," she cried to the black forest across the plain. "Some day--I will!"
CHAPTER II
She followed Peter. For a long time the storm had been gathering in her brain, a storm
which she had held back, smothered under her unhappiness, so that only Peter had seen
the lightning-flashes of it. But today the betrayal had forced itself from her lips, and in a
hard little voice she had told Jolly Roger--the stranger who had come into the black
forest--how her mother and father had died of the same plague more than ten years ago,
and how Jed Hawkins and his woman had promised to keep her for three silver fox skins
which her father had caught before the sickness came. That much the woman had
confided in her, for she was only six when it happened. And she had not dared to look at
Jolly Roger when she told him of what had passed since then, so she saw little of the
hardening in his face as he listened. But he had blown his nose-- hard. It was a way with
Jolly Roger, and she had not known him long enough to understand what it meant. And a
little later he had asked her if he might touch her hair--and his big hand had lain for a
moment on her head, as gently as a woman's.
Like a warm glow in her heart still remained the touch of that hand. It had given her a
new courage, and a new thrill, just as Peter's vanquishment of unknown monsters that day
had done the same for him. Peter was no longer afraid, and the girl was no longer afraid,
and together they went along the slope of the ridge, until they came to a dried-up coulee
which was choked with a wild upheaval of rock. Here Peter suddenly stopped, with his
nose to the ground, and then his legs stiffened, and for the first time the girl heard the
babyish growl in his throat. For a moment she stood very still, and listened, and faintly
there came to her a sound, as if someone was scraping rock against rock. The girl drew in

a quick breath; she stood straighter, and Peter--looking up--saw her eyes flashing, and her
lips apart. And then she bent down, and picked up a jagged stick.
"We'll go up, Peter," she whispered. "It's one of his hiding- places!"
There was a wonderful thrill in the knowledge that she was no longer afraid, and the
same thrill was in Peter's swiftly beating little heart as he followed her. They went very
quietly, the girl on tip-toe, and Peter making no sound with his soft footpads, so that Jed
Hawkins was still on his knees, with his back toward them, when they came out into a
square of pebbles and sand between two giant masses of rock. Yesterday, or the day
before, both Peter and Nada would have slunk back, for Jed was at his devil's work, and
only evil could come to the one who discovered him at it. He had scooped out a pile of
sand from under the edge of the biggest rock, and was filling half a dozen grimy leather
flasks from a jug which he had pulled from the hole. And then he paused to drink. They
could hear the liquor gurgling down his throat.
Nada tapped the end of her