He won't go off.

Stands there _growling_, I'll bet." "I should really like to know what sort of a beast that is," said Raed.

"Captain, have the boat let down, if you please.

I would like to go over there." "Good chance to get another bear-skin," observed Kit.

"We need one more." The boat was lowered; and we four, with Guard, and Weymouth and Don to row, got into it, and paddled across toward where the bear was feeding, and the black creature, sitting up like a dog, watching him.
We worked up quietly to within about half a cable's length (three hundred and sixty feet) without disturbing them.