“Rush!”, a voice bellowed behind him, making William Nylander and Nick Robertson startle and fall head first into a cloud of snow.
“Rush! Rush! Don’t you understand St. Thomas talk?”
Neither Nylander nor Robertson could see the face behind the voice as it got closer, being half-buried in snow. Then they felt someone pull them out of the pile of snow, and as they blinked away the snowflakes from their eyes the first thing they saw was a the biggest beard on the tallest man he had ever seen in his life.
“Hey, you get frostbite that a’way!