The first shot did not disturb them.
That, they knew, was for the seal for which Bobby had taken the gun.

But no self-respecting seal will remain as a target to be fired at repeatedly, and the shots that followed told their practiced ears that more important game than a seal was the object of the fusillade.

And so, without parley, each seized his rifle, and together they set out across the island, and thus it happened that presently they came upon Bobby and Jimmy admiring the prize.
"Jimmy and I got a bear! A ripping big one, too!" said Bobby as the two men came up to them, giving Jimmy equal credit, for if he was positive, Bobby was also generous, and wished his friend to share in the glory of his triumphs and achievements.
"Bobby got him alone," corrected Jimmy.

"I legged it, and if it hadn't been for Bobby he'd have caught me." "Oh, you know better than that," protested Bobby.

"You got in his way, so he'd take after you, and that gave me time to load, and shoot him." "_Peauke! Peauke!_" exclaimed Abel.