The black animal was going straight back over the ledges.
"Pull in quick!" shouted Raed.
The boat was rowed up to the shore.

Jumping out, we pulled it up on the rocks.
"Here, Guard!" cried Kit, running forward to where the ledges gave a better view.

"There he goes! take him now!" for we had got a momentary glimpse of the black animal crossing the crest of a ledge several hundred yards away.
"Come on, Weymouth!" exclaimed Wade; "and you, Donovan! Let's we three go after the bear.

They'll take care of the _new species_: we'll go for the _old_." Kit had run on after Guard.

Raed and I followed as fast as we could.
The Newfoundland, chasing partly by sight and partly by scent, was already a good way ahead; and we soon lost sight of him among the ledgy hillocks and ridges.