He picked up the pack and followed her. In the edge of the spruce a hundred yards from the Nest, Tara had been lying all the afternoon, nursing his wounds.
"I could see him from my window," whispered Marge.
She went straight to him and began talking to him in a low voice. Out of the darkness behind Tara came a growl.
"Baree, by thunder!" muttered David in amazement.
"He's made up with the bear, Marge! What do you think of that?"
At the sound of his voice Baree came to him and flattened himself at his feet. David laid a hand on his head.
"Boy!" he whispered softly. "And they said you were an outlaw, and would join the wolves...."
He saw the dark bulk of Tara rising out of the gloom, and the Girl was at his side.
"We are ready, Sakewawin."
He spoke to her the thought that had been shaping itself in his mind.