It's absolutely unnecessary, for Thorne can put you on to everything at the camp, and I'd rather lose six months' salary than take that sledge ride again.

You won't mind, will you ?" Howland hunched his shoulders.
"To be honest, Gregson, I don't believe you'd be particularly cheerful company.

What sort of fellow is the driver ?" "We call him Jackpine--a Cree Indian--and he's the one faithful slave of Thorne and myself at Wekusko.

Hunts for us, cooks for us, and watches after things generally.

You'll like him all right." Howland did.