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Updated: June 12, 2025
Yet all through that day, as they waited for Father John's return, he saw more and more of the wonder of woman that had come to crown the glory of Nada's wifehood, and his heart trembled with joy at the miracle of it. There was something vastly sweet in the change of her.
The rain had washed away the scent of his master's feet but he knew they were following Jolly Roger, and that the girl was running to overtake him. In him was the desire to rush ahead, to travel faster through the night, but Nada's stumbling feet and her panting breath and the strange white pictures he saw of her when the sky split open with fire held him back.
The second morning Nada remained in her room, and Jolly Roger wandered off into the woods without his breakfast, and Father John ate alone, smiling gently as he looked at the tightly closed door of Nada's bedroom.
For a time after that Jolly Roger crushed his face in Nada's hair, and neither said a word, but there was a strange throbbing of their hearts together, and after a little Nada reached up a hand to his cheek, and stroked it tenderly, bristly beard and all.
So real was the kiss, and so real the warm pressure of Nada's slim arms about his neck that he awoke with a glad cry and sat up to find the dawn had come. For a few moments he sat stupidly, looking about him as if not quite believing the unreality of it all. Then with Peter he went down to the edge of the lake. All that day Peter sensed a quiet change in his master. Jolly Roger did not talk.
And Nada's hair brightened in the sun, and began to ripple into curls at the end, and Peter's bristling whiskers grew dry so that half an hour after she had dragged herself out of the water there was a new light in the girl's eyes, and a color in her cheeks that was like the first dawning of summer pink in the heart of a rose.
Twice in the next half hour he put his hand to Nada's face, and each time she pressed her lips against it, sweet with that confidence which so completely possessed her soul. Very slowly they moved through the swamp, for because of the gloom his paddle-strokes were exceedingly short, and he was feeling his way.
His brain was swirling in a vague and chaotic struggle for the mastery of things, and as he fought with himself his unseeing eyes fixed on the spot where Peter and the snowshoe rabbit had disappeared he heard Nada's voice behind him, saying again that she was going with him and Peter.
But he tried to smile as he clutched a hand at his breast. "I have hurried," he said, making a great effort to speak calmly, "and I am winded " He drew in a deep breath, and looked at Jolly Roger. "Roger I have hurried to tell you Breault is coming. He cannot be far behind me. Possibly half a mile, or a mile " In the thickening dusk he took Nada's white face between his hands.
And this this love of Nada's is the greatest of all the miracles I have witnessed in a life that is now reaching to its three score and five. Do you see the wonder of it, son? And does it make you happy, and fearless now?" He did not wait for an answer, but turned slowly and went in the direction of the cabin, leaving Roger alone under the thickening stars.
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