Jimmy for answer drew his right hand from its mitten, and clapping it
over Bobby's nose began to rub the member vigorously.
"There, now it's all right," said he, donning his mitten again after a
minute or two of rubbing. "Your nose was going dead.[E] The end of it
was white."
[E] Freezing.
"I never felt it," laughed Bobby. "Just look at the Skipper back there.
He's a perfect image of Santa Claus!"
"Exactly!" exclaimed Jimmy, looking back at Skipper Ed. "He's exactly
like the picture of Santa Claus in that old magazine you and I used to
look at so much, only a good deal more real."
"If he was driving reindeers, now, instead of dogs," laughed Bobby, "and
I met him with all that ice on his beard, and his _netsek_ white and
glistening with the frost that way, I'd think he had stepped right out
of the old picture book."
"Good old Partner!" said Jimmy. "I think I'll drop back with him a while
and keep him company."
And, dropping lightly from the moving _komatik_, he waited to run along
for a while with Skipper Ed, while Bobby ran alone with his own sledge.
Once a lonely raven coming from somewhere out of the blank spaces
alighted on the ice a quarter of a mile in advance of Bobby's team and
directly in its track. The dogs saw it immediately, and in an instant
they were after it at a mad gallop. Bobby threw himself upon the sledge,
in high glee at the wild pace, and Skipper Ed's team, quite sure they
were missing something very much worth while, set out in hot pursuit.
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