The meal came to an end, and they started off again. They had gone only a few hundred yards, when Lamoureux noticed something wrong.
"Haskell!"
There was no reply. Haskell's radio beam had been shut off.
This was a little too much. Lamoureux let loose a streak of profanity that had even McCracken staring at him in awe. Then they started out again, trying, through the falling snow, and over the rocky ground, to keep in as straight a line as possible toward the ship. Lamoureux managed to sustain his spirits only by thinking of what he would do to his cook.
Two hours later, he had an opportunity to put his plan into practice. For out of the snow there emerged Haskell, and the men who had been left with him at the ship. Haskell started to run toward Lamoureux the moment he caught sight of the other group.
"Here we are, Captain! We came as fast as we could!"
Lamoureux's eyes were almost as cold as the snow. "How thoughtful of you."
"Who else is hurt, Captain?"
"Nobody's hurt, but somebody is going to be."