Desmond Bagley - The Snow Tiger

Desmond Bagley

The Snow Tiger

Prologue

It was not a big avalanche, but then, it did not need to be very big to kill a man, and it was only because of Mike McGills insistence on the Oertel cord that Ballard survived. Just as a man may survive in an ocean with the proper equipment and yet drown in a foot of water, so Ballard may have perished in a minor slippage that would have gone unrecorded even in avalanche-conscious Switzerland.

McGill was a good skier, as might be expected considering his profession, and he had taken the novice under his wing.

They had met in the ski lodge during an après-ski session and had taken an immediate liking to each other. Although they were the same age McGill appeared to be the older man, possibly because of his more varied life, but he became interested because Ballard had much to teach of areas other than snow and ice. They complemented each other, which is not an uncommon basis for friendship among men.

One morning McGill proposed something new. Weve got to get you off the piste, he said. And on to soft snow. Theres nothing like cutting a first track.

Isnt it more difficult than on the piste? queried Ballard.

McGill shook his head decisively. A beginners myth. Turning is not quite as easy, but traversing is a cinch. Youll like it. Lets look at the map.

They went up by the chair-lift, but instead of going down by the piste they struck off to the south, crossing a level plateau. After half an hour they arrived at the top of the clear slope which McGill had chosen, following local advice. He stopped, resting on his sticks, while he surveyed the slope. It looks all right, but we wont take chances. Heres where we put our tails on.

He unzipped a pocket of his anorak and produced a bundle of red cord which he separated into two coils, one of which he handed to Ballard. Tie one end round your waist.

What for?

Its an Oertel cord a simple device which has saved a hell of a lot of lives. If theres an avalanche and you get buried therell be a bit of that red cord showing on the surface to show where you are so you can be dug out fast.

Ballard looked down the slope. Is there likely to be an avalanche?

Not that I know of, said McGill cheerfully, knotting the cord around his waist.

Ive never seen anyone else wearing these.

Youve only been on the piste. McGill noted Ballards hesitancy. A lot of guys dont wear cords because they think it makes them look damn fools. Who wants to go down a slope wearing a red tail? they say. To my mind theyre damn fools for not wearing them.

But avalanches! said Ballard.

Look, said McGill patiently, and pointed down the slope. If I thought there was a serious avalanche risk down there we wouldnt be going down at all. I checked on the snow reports before we left and its probably as safe as the nursery slopes. But any snow on any slope can be dangerous and it doesnt have to be in Switzerland; people have been caught in avalanches on the South Downs in England. The cord is just a precaution, thats all.

Ballard shrugged and began to tie the cord. McGill said, Wed better continue your education. Do you know what to do if the snow does slide?

Start praying?

McGill grinned. You can do better than that. If it goes at all it will go under your skis or just behind you. It doesnt go in a rush so you have time to think about what to do not much time, mind you. If it goes underfoot you might have time to jump higher up the slope, in which case youll be out of it. If it starts sliding behind you and into you remember just one thing you cant ski out of it. I might be able to, but not you.

So what do I do?

The first thing is to get your wrists out of the loops of the sticks. Throw the sticks away, then snap off the quick release fastenings on your skis. Theyre supposed to release automatically in a fall but dont trust them. When the snow hits you start swimming upstream and try to head up to the surface. Hold your breath and dont get bunged up with snow. When you feel yourself slowing bring one arm in front of your face, but not too close that will give you an air space to breathe, and maybe you can shout so that someone can hear you. He laughed at the expression on Ballards face, and said lightly, Dont worry, it may never happen. Lets go. Ill go first, not too fast, and you follow and do what I do.

He launched himself down the slope and Ballard followed and had the most exhilarating ride of his life. As McGill had said, turning was not as easy in the soft snow and his ankles began to ache, but schussing was a joy. The cold wind stung his cheeks and whistled past his ears with a keening sound but, apart from that, the only sound was the hiss of his skis as they bit into the virgin snow.

Ahead of him, at the bottom of the slope, he saw McGill execute a stop christiania and come to a halt. As he drew alongside he said enthusiastically, That was great! Lets do it again.