The old man pulled the trigger.

There was a moment's hush, then a great "Hurrah!" The bear had jumped up, and, whirling partly round, ran off across the ice-field roaring, _we fancied_; for he had his mouth open, and snapping round to his flanks.

He had been grazed, if nothing more.
With the glass we could detect blood on his white coat.
"He's hit!" said I."Let's bear up into the channel: that'll stop him from getting back to the high islands.

We can then hunt him at leisure on the ice-field.

He won't care to swim clean up to the"-- "Hark!" exclaimed Raed suddenly.