William Johnston - The Spy Who Went Out to the Cold

“Whip?”

“You don’t think any dog with any sense would go out there in that snow and cold unless he was drove to it, do you?”

“Nevermind the whip,” Max said. “I’ll just explain to them that their country’s space program is depending on them.”

An hour later, dressed snuggly in parkas, fitted with snowshoes, and following a sled that was packed with supplies and pulled by a team of dogs, Max, 99 and von BOOM set out across the snow headed in the direction of the Pole.

“It’s hard to believe, Max, but we’re actually on the last lap,” 99 said. “I think we’re really going to make it.”

“This is no time to let down our guard, 99,” Max warned. “For all we know, there may be a KAOS agent behind every sand dune.”

“Snow, Max.”

“Oh. . yes. Behind every snow dune, then.”

“But, Max, there aren’t any dunes. It’s all level. And you can see for miles and miles and there’s nothing in sight.”

“Even so, 99, I still say we better stay on our toes. Who knows what might happen before we- Isn’t the wind getting stronger?”

“Looks like we’re in for a sand storm,” von BOOM said.

“Snow storm, Professor,” 99 corrected.

“What is it, then?” Max asked.

“What, Max?”

“The Professor said he thought a storm was blowing up. And you said it’s no storm. So, I asked you what it is if it isn’t a storm.”

“I didn’t say no storm, Max, I said snow storm.”

Max cupped a hand to his ear. “I can’t hear you, 99! The wind is too loud.”

“I said snow storm!” 99 shouted.

“It’s certainly behaving like a storm,” Max insisted. “I can hardly see! 99, where are you? The snow is blinding me! Professor von BOOM! Are you there?”

“Here, Max!” 99 answered. “Take my hand!”

“I’ve got it, 99! Incidentally, this may not be the right time to mention it, but your fingernails need clipping!”

“Max! That isn’t my hand!”

“Oh. Sorry, doggy.”

“Max! Where is the Professor?”

“I’m here!” von BOOM answered. “Behind the sled!”

“Where is the sled!” Max shouted. “I can’t- Nevermind-I found it! I’ll pile some of these supplies in a circle and make a shelter!”

“Let go of my head!” von BOOM shouted.

“Max! I can’t find you!” 99 cried.

“Just stay where you are!” Max called. “I’ll build this shelter, then I’ll look for you.”

“Max!” 99 screamed. “Let go of my head!”

“I think it will be safer if we all pitch in and pile the supplies in a circle,” Max said.

“Good idea, Max. I’ll help!”

“99!” Max shouted. “Let go of my head!”

“Sorry, Max.”

Eventually, Max, 99 and von BOOM managed to get the supplies piled in a circle. Then they and the dogs huddled inside, sheltered from the howling wind and blowing snow.

“Is it necessary to have the dogs in here, Max?” 99 said. “Aren’t they used to this kind of weather?”

“In the Arctic, 99, the dog is man’s best friend,” Max replied. “The wisest thing we could do would be to save these dogs, even if it cost us our lives.”

“Why, Max?”

“Because these dogs might save our lives, 99. If we got lost, they could lead us back to that general store. They’re like homing pigeons.”

“Not this breed,” von BOOM said. “Those are bird dogs you’re talking about.”

“That’s very funny,” Max said sourly. “But the fact remains that, in the Arctic, a man takes care of his dogs before he takes care of himself.”

“All right, Max,” 99 said. “I’m hungry. Will you open up one of the packages, please?”

Max untied one of the packs. “This proves it,” he said. He opened up another pack. “I knew I knew what I was talking about,” he commented. He opened another pack. “This is proof positive.”

“Max. . what are you muttering about?”

“These packs are proof that a man takes care of his dogs no matter what,” Max explained. “They’re all full of dog food.”

99 groaned.

“I think we’re going to be all right,” von BOOM said. “The storm seems to be letting up a bit.”

Max raised up and looked out over the rim of the shelter. “I think you’re right, Professor,” he said. “I’m beginning to be able to see now. The snow isn’t blowing as fiercely as it was.”

“What do you see, Max?”

“A number of figures. They appear to be men in white suits.”

“I knew they’d come to get you in time,” said von BOOM. “But I didn’t think they’d come all this distance.”

“Max. . you must be seeing things.”

“I certainly am, 99. They’re all around us. We’re trapped.”

“Max. .” 99 raised up and peered over the rim of the shelter, too. “Max! You’re right! I see them!”

Max ducked down. “KAOS agents!” he announced.

“Out here, Max?” 99 said doubtfully. “How did they get here?”

“Simple, 99. They’re a crack squad of assassins, especially trained to operate in the Arctic. Those white suits they’re wearing are camouflage. Against the snow, they’re practically invisible.”

“Max, I still don’t understand. How did they get here?”

“Simple, 99. They were parachuted in.”

“I suppose that’s possible, Max. But, as big as the whole Arctic region is, how did they track us to this exact spot?”

“Simple, 99. The proprietor of that general store was really a KAOS agent. He planted a homing device in one of those cans of dog food. The KAOS parachuters merely zeroed in on it.”

“Max-what are we going to do?”

“We’re going to fight them off, 99.”

“But how, Max? We lost our weapons days ago.”

“Remember when we took survival training, 99? We were taught to use whatever was at hand. For instance, if we were stranded in the jungle without weapons, we were told to build bows and arrows out of tree branches and vines.”

“But, Max, the only thing that’s available here is snow.”

Von BOOM snorted. “We’re going to fight them off with snowballs, I suppose,” he said.

99 looked at him crossly. “Don’t be ridiculous, Professor,” she said. “I’m sure Max has some sensible plan in mind.” She turned back to Max. “What are we going to do, Max?”

“We’re going to fight them off with snowballs, 99,” Max replied.

“Oh. . Max. .”

“But not just plain ordinary everyday snowballs,” Max continued. “These snowballs are going to be loaded.”

“With what, Max?” 99 asked gloomily.

“With cans of dog food.”

“Max! That might work!”

Quickly, Max, 99 and von BOOM began making dog-food-can-loaded-snowballs. As soon as they had a high pile of them they began firing them at the dim white figures that were circling the shelter.

“Oh, Max. . it isn’t working,” 99 said.

“And we’re out of dog food cans,” von BOOM added.

“Well, at least we tried,” Max said. “I suppose now all we can do is-”

“Max! Look! They’re going away!”

“By jingo, they are!” von BOOM said.

“All except one,” Max pointed out. “He’s coming this way. He probably wants to ask for surrender terms.”

“Max,” 99 said, “that one isn’t wearing a white suit.”

“Because he’s the leader, I imagine,” Max said. “The leader always wears a different uniform. Otherwise, no one would recognize that he was a leader.”

The man reached the shelter and raised a hand as a sign of peaceful intentions. He was brown skinned and wearing a parka made of animal hides.

“Welcome, tourists!” the man smiled.

“Max,” 99 said, surprised. “He’s an Eskimo!”

“Nanook is the name. Blubber is the game,” the Eskimo said. “I saw you tourists feeding the polar bears, so I figured you were lost, and I thought I’d stop by and give you directions. Where’re you bound?”