…up and with her hair so expensively dyed and marcelled that I couldn't have guessed her age within ten years： her face； somehow； seemed vaguely familiar。 She was awake； and looking slowly about her； her eyes empty of understanding。 So； too； was the woman in the next seat； an even more expensive…looking creature with a mink coat flung cape…wise over her shoulders to show a simple green jersey dress that I suspected cost a small fortune： she was about twenty…five； I guessed； and with her blonde hair； grey eyes and perfect features would have been one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen； if it weren't for the overfull and rather sulky mouth。 Maybe； I thought uncharitably； she remembered to do something about that mouth when she was fully awake。 But right then； she wasn't fully awake： none of them was； they all behaved as if they were being dragged up from the depths of an exhausting sleep。
Still more asleep than awake were the other two men in the front； one a big； burly； high…coloured man of about fifty…five； with the gleaming thick white hair and moustache of the caricature of a Dixie colonel： the other was a thin elderly man； his face heavily lined； unmistakably Jewish。
Not bad going so far； I thought with relief。 Eight people； and only one cut forehead among the lot of them…the perfect argument； if ever there was one； for having all seats in a plane face towards the rear。 No question but that they all owed； if not their lives； at least their immunity to injury to the fact that their high…backed seats had almost pletely cushioned and absorbed the shock of impact。
The two passengers in the rear end of the cabin were the perfect argument for not having the seat face forward。 The first I came to…a brown…haired young girl of about eighteen or nineteen； wearing a belted raincoat…was lying on the floor between two seats。 She was stirring； and as I put my hands under her arms to help her up； she screamed in sudden pain。 I changed my grip and lifted her gently on to the seat。
〃My shoulder。〃 Her voice was low and husky。 〃It is very sore。〃
〃I'm not surprised。〃 I'd eased back the blouse at the neck and closed it again。 〃Your clavicle…the collar…bone…is gone。 Just sit there and hold your left arm in your right hand 。 。 。 yes； so。 I'll strap you up later。 You won't feel a thing； I promise you。〃
She smiled at me； half…timidly； half…gratefully； and said nothing。 I left her； went to the very rear seat in the plane； stooped to examine the man there then straightened in almost the same instant： the weirdly unnatural angle of the head on the shoulders made any examination superfluous。
I turned and walked forward； everybody was awake now； sitting upright or struggling dazedly to their feet； their half…formed questions as dazed as the expressions on their faces。 I ignored them for a moment； looked questioningly at Jackstraw as he came through the forward door； closely followed by Joss。
〃She won't e。〃 Jackstraw jerked his thumb over his shoulder。 〃She's awake； but she won't leave the wireless operator。〃
〃She's all right？〃
〃Her back hurts； I think。 She wouldn't say。〃
I made no answer and moved across to the main door…the one we'd failed to open from the outside。 I supposed it no business of mine if the stewardess chose to devote her attention to a member of the crew instead of to the passengers who were her charges。 But it was damned queer all the same…almost as queer as the fact that though the inevitability of the crash must have been known for at least fifteen minutes before the actual event； not one of the ten passengers in the cabin had been wearing a seat…belt…and the stewardess； wireless operator and the crew member in the rest room appeared to have been caught pletely unprepared。
The circular door handle refused to budge。 I called Jackstraw； but even the extra weight made not the slightest impression on it。 Obviously； it was immovably jammed…there must have been a slight telescoping effect along the entire length of the fuselage as the plane had crashed into the ice…mound。 If the door I had noticed behind the control cabin was as badly warped as this one …and； being nearer the point of impact； it almost inevitably would be…then they'd all have to leave via the windscreens of the control cabin。 I thought of the wireless operator with his dreadful head wound and wondered bleakly whether even trying to move him out could be more than a futile gesture； anyway。
A figure barred my way as I turned from the door。 It was the white…haired； white…moustached Dixie colonel。 His face was dark red； his eyes light blue； choleric and protuberant。 It only required someone to get this man good and mad and he would be no more than a debit entry in the account book of some life assurance pany。 And he seemed good and mad now。
〃What's happened？ What in the devil is all this？〃 He had a voice like a Dixie colonel too； the Mason…Dixon line lay far to the north of wherever he had been born。 〃We've landed。 Why？ What are we doing here？ What's the noise outside？ And… and who in the name of heaven are you？〃
A big business tycoon； I thought wryly； with money enough and power enough to indulge an obviously over…generous capacity for righteous indignation： if I was going to meet any trouble； it wasn't hard to guess the direction it was going to e from。 But； right then； there was some excuse for his attitude： I wondered how I would have felt if I had gone to sleep in a trans…Atlantic airliner and woken up to find myself landed in the freezing middle of nowhere with three fur…clad people； plete with snow…goggles and snow…masks； waddling about the aisle of the plane。
〃You've crash…landed；〃 I said briefly。 〃I don't know why…how the hell should I？ The noise outside is an ice…blizzard rattling against the fuselage。 As for us； we are scientists managing an International Geophysical Year station half a mile from here。 We saw and heard you just before you crashed。〃
I made to push past him； but he barred my way。
〃Just a minute； if you don't mind。〃 The voice was more authoritative than ever and there was a surprising amount of muscle in that arm across my chest。 〃I think we have a right to know…〃
〃Later。〃 I knocked his arm away and Jackstraw pleted the job by pushing him down into his seat。 〃Don't make a damned nuisance of yourself。 There's a critically injured man who has to have attention； and at once。 We'll take him to safety and then e back for you。 Keep the door shut。〃 I was addressing all of them now； but the white…haired man's wrathful spluttering attracted my attention again。 〃And if you don't shut up and co…operate； you can stay here。 If it weren't for us you'd be dead； stiff as a board； in a couple of hours。 Maybe you will be yet。〃
I moved up the aisle； followed by Jackstraw。 The young man who had been lying on the floor pulled himself on to a seat； and he grinned at me as I passed。
〃How to win friends and influence people。〃 He had a slow cultured drawl。 〃I fear you have offended our worthy friend。〃
〃I fear I have。〃 I smiled； passed by； then turned。 These wide shoulders and large capable hands could be more than useful to us。 〃How are you feeling？〃
〃Recoverin' rapidly。〃
〃You are indeed。 You didn't look so good a minute ago。〃
〃Just takin' a long count；〃 he said easily。 〃Can I help？〃
〃That's why I asked；〃 I nodded。
〃Glad to oblige。〃 He heaved himself to his feet； towering inches above me。 The little man in the loud tie and the Glenurquhart jacket gave an anguished sound； like the yelp of an injured puppy。
〃Careful； Johnny； careful！〃 The voice； the rich； nasal and rather grating twang； was pure Bowery。 〃We got our responsibilities； boy； big mitments。 We might strain a ligament…〃
〃Relax； Solly。〃 The big man patted him soothingly on his bald head。 〃Just takin' a little walk to clear my head。〃
〃Not till you put this parka and pants on first。〃 I'd no time to bother about the eccentricities of little men in loud jackets and louder ties。 〃You'll need them。〃
〃Cold doesn't bother me； friend。〃
〃This cold will。 Outside that door it's 110 degrees below the temperature