Next morning a man walks into their camp—a pale, haggard man who looks at them frowningly, piercingly. " That you, Andresen" ? says the man. It is Aronsen, Aronsen the trader.
第二天早上,一个男人走进了他们的营地——一个面色苍白、憔悴的男人,他皱着眉头,目光锐地看着他们。 “那个你,安德烈森”?男人说。是阿隆森,商人阿隆森。