"I don't believe that was an Armstrong slug, though: it acted too sort of lazy." "Look out, now!" exclaimed Raed.

"They are going to give us another!" _Puff_--one--two--three--four! The ball struck near the edge of the ice-field, rose with a mighty bound twenty or thirty feet, and, describing a fine curve, struck spat upon the water; and again, rose, to plunge heavily down into the ocean two hundred feet off the port quarter.
"That was better," said Raed.

"They are creeping up to us! The next one may come aboard!" "But that's nothing more than an ordinary old twenty-four-pounder," said Wade.

"Bet they haven't got a rifled gun.

Lucky for us!" "I wish we had a good Dahlgren fifty-pound rifle!" exclaimed Kit: "we would just make them get out of that quick! Wouldn't it be fun to chase them off through the straits here, with our big gun barking at their heels!" "There they go again!" shouted the captain.