er.

    Finally t a erproof cape t enveloped ely, made of semitransparent seal intestine.

    it on, and a silk muffler around ably  to muchis.

    Joo  tco learn of the bear.

    “ell go to o sucure, Farder Coram?”

    “Yes, I  one, too, t by myself, t be ready to treat , Ive no doubt, and be surly and difficult to manage; but  have him.”

    “O. And c migo reac it ake too long to  for a reply.” “A me tell you ience to tell t a prospector on try of texas, and things.

    tion o join   Amsterdam, so randed.

    “t o sign up h us.

    Seems to me ruck lucky a coming here.”

    “Luckier still if hing could damp John Faas pleasure in being on campaign once more.

    After darkness ores and equipment ood in ing on terfront and looked for Einarssons Bar. t easily enouge sion-frosted windows.

    A pitted alley beside it led to a s-metal gate into a rear yard,  a   black eyes, and an immensity of dirty matted yellowis gnawed, .

    Farder Coram stood by te and called:

    “lorek Byrnison!”

    topped eating. As far as tell,  tly, but it o read any expression on his face.

    “lorek Byrnison,” said Farder Coram again. “May I speak to you?”

    Lyras  o coldness, danger, brutal po a porolled by intelligence; and not a elligence, notrange s meat  a profound admiration and pity for ture.

    and slumped on all fours to te.

    ten feet or more o sy o remind te  .

    “ell? ho are you?”

    seemed to s came from  overpowerin