“Remember that one off Umnak?” asked Bervick.
“Sure, I remember it.”
“That one started this way.”
“Not with snow. It started with a little wind.”
“A little wind like this and a lot of snow. You remember the snow, don’t you?”
“Yes, I guess I forgot about it. That was a year ago.”
“That was a lousy thing.”
“We got out of it fine.” Evans’ hands were cold and his stomach kept being flooded with something.
“Sure, we got out of it. Our luck should hold.” Bervick sounded cheerful.
“It had better,” said Evans and he blew on his hands to warm them.