The Argosy, Christmas 1912 — page 15: what you’re looking at

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THE ARGOSY Vol. LXXI OOSINE He je DECEMBER, Seward W, Hopkins 1912. No. 1 mpest (A BOOK-LENGTH NOVEL COMPLETE.) CHAPTER I. COLD COMFORT. dQ * shore I was Ordway’s guest. Afloat, he was mine. Alas! There was a difference. This difference at the beginning seerned to be all in Ordway’s favor. The land under our feet made every danger we encountered seem as nothing. When the series of strange happen- ings I am about to relate had its be- ginning, everything seemed to be to Ordway’s disadvantage. He sat huddled in his furs, shrink- ing down as low as possible, shivering in abject misery, while I, with a fatu- ous idea that I knew something, kept tinkering with a motor that had gone on strike in every one of its working parts at once. “ For the Lord's sake, Dagwell, give me some more whisky!” he growled. “T feel icebergs floating down through my veins and arteries. If I move I'll crack up.” I looked at him conjecturally a mo- ment before complying. Whisky is a poor substitute for sun warmth or a steam radiator, I knew, but the fellow was suffering untold misery, and, as the expedition had been of my own suggesting, I could not refuse. Anyway, his magnificent physique would, I considered, carry him through till 1 got the motor—which I thought of with an adjective I shall not print— to working once more. I went to the cabin locker, poured out a liberal dose of the liquid fire, and took it to him. His half-frozen hands seized the glass, and his ice- laden throat guzzled the contents with CO = A lDOOKS C©