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sir?’ asked Walters.
    ‘I should hope so. And what do you think that blessed computer will make of it, eh?’
    Davis had finished packing away his drilling equipment.
    ‘We’d better be getting back, sir,’ he said, looking up at the sky, ‘while the weather holds...’
    Arden nodded in agreement. Time for celebration when they’d got the Ice Warrior back to Base. What Clent would say was anybody’s guess—but he couldn’t deny that it was a find of great importance.
    ‘Bring the airsled as close as possible,’ Arden ordered,
    ‘and we’ll get him loaded up.’
    The three men, now fully absorbed in their difficult task, were totally unaware of being observed. Less than a hundred yards away, hidden by a wind-scoured outcrop of ice, the pirate and the poacher crouched and watched intently.
    ‘What’re they up to, Penley?’ asked the big man suspiciously. He smelt potential danger in anything that Clent’s scientists got up to—and he didn’t like the look of this particular bunch one little bit...
    ‘I don’t know, Storr old son,’ cheerfully replied Penley, shrewder and more thoughtful. ‘Arden must’ve found something buried in the ice, something to take home to Clent.’ He smiled knowingly. ‘It won’t be appreciated though...’
    Storr glowered, his wild beard making his fierce gaze look even more ferocious. ‘Why don’t they leave well alone?’
    Penley knew all about Storr’s hatred of technology. He tried to explain what he knew would be in Arden’s mind—a quality he’d once admired when they’d been working colleagues.
    ‘Arden was always a searcher. He was an archaeologist once.’
    ‘Archaeology!’ sneered the burly hunter. ‘What good’s that?’
    ‘It’s good to know things, Starr—even if they’re dead.’
    ‘Nothing’s sacred to you blasted scientists, is it?’
    ‘It’s in my character to ask questions, I suppose. Sorry.’
    ‘You swore you’d give all that up! Changed your mind, have you?’
    Penley turned to Storr, his dirty face full of patience—
    and determination. ‘Look, old son, discovery is as exciting and purposeful to me as hunting game is to you.’ He could see that Storr wasn’t convinced, and continued sarcastically,
    ‘We’re not all like Clent, you know. He’s the kind that uses scientist’s skulls as stepping stones to the top jobs...’
    Story smiled at this manifestation of Penley’s bitterness and then changed the subject.
    ‘Come on, we’ve got to move. Let’s leave them to their stupid games!’
    He turned away from the sight of the scientific party loading their airsled, and moved skilfully across the snow, followed by Penley. Coming to a small crevasse, he paused.
    Beyond it was a glacier overhang that would give them all the cover they’d need. But to get there would mean a leap across the open fissure that would bring them into full view of the scientists. Story motioned Penley to wait, and watched for the moment when the distant trio, who were still working on the upper glacier face, were turned away from them. Suddenly he saw that something had distracted them. Pushing Penley ahead, he prepared to spring across the gap...
    It was Davis who first heard the ominous rumble. He looked up, and saw a tell-tale spume of blinding snow was almost on top of him! Of the three, his position on top of the ridge of ice was the most vulnerable. He screamed a desperate warning to the other two below, then dived for cover.
    ‘Avalanche!’
    Arden simultaneously heard the cry and the terrifying roar of approaching snow and ice. He instinctively looked upwards to locate Davis—but he was hurled to the ground and dragged into the shelter of the airsled by Walters before he could catch his breath to reply.
    The avalanche, sweeping diagonally across the ice face, caught up Davis and continued towards that same crevasse that Storr and Penley were on the point of crossing.
    Storr thrust Penley violently forward into the protection of the