He seemed to have crept round an angle of one of the bottom rocks, so as to be well out of reach and out of range.

The hole was scarcely large enough to admit Guard, and the dog did not seem greatly disposed to go in.

We fired our muskets, one at a time, holding the muzzles inside the opening, hoping to frighten the animal out; but he didn't see fit to leave his stronghold.
"If we had only a pound or two of powder here," observed Raed, examining the crevices about the rocks, "I think we might mine this top rock, and blow it up." "That will be the only way to get at him," said Kit.
"Well, we can go back to the schooner for some," I suggested.
"Yes," said Kit.

"Raed, you and Guard stay here and watch him.

Wash and I will go for the powder." We started off, and, on getting back to the beach, found Wade, with Weymouth and Donovan, standing near the boat.
"Where's your bear ?" Kit demanded.
"You say," laughed Weymouth, "you were one of the two that shot at him." "He showed too much speed for us," said Donovan.
"But where's your _new species_ ?" Wade inquired.
"Oh! he's all right,--up here in a hole." "That so?
Here's what he was eating when the bear drove him away," pointing down among the rocks, where a lot of large bones lay partly in the water.
"What kind of an animal was that ?" Kit asked.
"A finback, I think," replied Weymouth.