We could hear him barking; but the rocks echoed the sound so confusedly, that it was hard telling where he was.
Hundreds of kittiwakes were starting up all about us too, with such a chorus of cries that it was not very clear which was dog.

Presently we lost _sound_ of Guard altogether, and wandered on at random for ten or fifteen minutes, but finally met him coming back.

As soon as he saw us, he turned and led off again; and, following him for thirty or forty rods, we came to a fissure between two large rocky fragments, partially overlaid by a third.

Guard ran up, and by a bark seemed to say, "In here!" Kit thrust in his musket, and we heard a growl.
"Holed him!" cried Raed.
"Pretty strong _posish_, though," said Kit, looking about.

"If we only had a big _pry_ here, we might heave up this top rock, and so get at him." "I don't suppose there's a tree big enough to use as a lever within a hundred miles of here," remarked Raed, looking around.
We ran in our muskets, but could not touch the creature.