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. ”
