Despite their thin size, some of the Dumarest volumes seem a bit plodding (and this is from somebody who enjoys them). It might be the fact that this one reached top of the read pile on a weekend, but I flew through it, finishing it in just two sittings.
Yes, it's dated - as are they all - and, arguably, a bit sexist (in a James Bond, sort of way), but by now Tubb had dropped a lot of the formula that peppered earlier volumes, if only because he doesn't use certain phraseology as much (the stories themselves are still somewhat formulaic). Here, Dumarest comes closer, than ever to finding his lost home, almost achingly so.
This is one of the few volumes I bought from new - from the indicia, I was still a teen - but it's not long after this one that I lost touch with the series. Still a fun re-read.