Harold Lamb,
Forward
(1924)
“ Aid me, Cossack, and a purse of a thousand rubles is yours—nay, ask what you will!” When he heard me laugh he knew that I would not aid him. Once he glanced at the shore, as if thinking of flight; but the Turks were all around. The soft gleam of the shining salt crust looked like the teeth of a great mouth, open to swallow a man. Ekh, the skin crawled up and down my back! A LITTLE breeze made the boat rock in the scum of seaweed, as if the hands of the dead were reaching up at us. John Paul kept his balance easily, his feet wide apart, the rapier poised in his hand. ”
