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Portrait of Harold Lamb Harold Lamb The Snow Driver — XIV.—Thorne Meets Sir Hugh (1925)

But Peter stumbled over another body, and fumbled around on his hands and knees, breathing heavily.
“Here be a mort o' dead men,” he grunted. “What cheer, mates, who has a word for Peter Palmer that's come a weary way to have speech with ye? Who is living?”
Their ears strained, they listened for a space, then Peter gave a yell of fear, and, thrusting Thorne aside, sprang up the ladder. On the spar deck he wrenched down the waist curtain, staring out at the Bona Esperanza. His broad red face was streaming perspiration, as he cupped his hands and sent a quavering hail over the ice.
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Portrait of Harold Lamb Harold Lamb The Snow Driver — XIV.—Thorne Meets Sir Hugh (1925)

The half light of the outer cabin disclosed Kyrger.
Ostiaks,” murmured the hunter, and glanced expectantly at the white man.
KYRGER was as restless as one of his own reindeer in a pen. When he moved it was as if his feet slipped over thin ice. He kept one eye on the deck beams within inches of his skull. In all his life he had not stood within four walls, certainly never in the maw of a giant's ship such as this. One that went forward against the wind.
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Portrait of Harold Lamb Harold Lamb The Snow Driver — XIV.—Thorne Meets Sir Hugh (1925)

When no response came from the admiral-ship, Peter choked and the blood drained from his face. Wagging his massive head from side to side he began to walk unsteadily toward the ladder.
“Feared I be, Master Ralph. Feared and boding—let be; by all the saints, let me go.”
“Then go,” assented Thorne, “and bid Kyrger make camp beyond sight of the ships. I will seek out Sir Hugh and his company.”
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