The Man Who Sold Death [antikvár]

The Man Who Sold Death Hsiang jacked one of the powerful Mauser cartridges into the pistol and threw himself prone— sighting down the gun's barrel at the dog sled bursting out of a flurry of snow. , ^ He fired and fired again. And again. Still the dogs and the sled raced onward. In the next instant he saw the mound on the sled* rise up as a flying figure launched itself from its hiding place beneath the blankets. A thin blade glinted in the moonlight. Hsiang swung the pistol up as the body hit him— a powerful hand seized his wrist and crushed bone. The stiletto flashed downward. In the final moment of his life, Hsiang heard only the small sound of his blood sizzling against the snow. And Nick Carter stood alone in the Arctic night.