"But I never much admired it, I must confess." Just then Donovan came racing out of the fog, and, jumping for the rail, drew his legs up as if he believed them in great peril.
"What ails you ?" Kit cried out.

"What are you running from ?" "Oh! nothing--much," replied Donovan, panting.

"Met--a--bear out here: that's all." "Met a bear!" exclaimed Raed.
"Yes.

I was going along, trying to get by some of the seals.

All at once I was face to face with a mighty great chap, on the same business with myself, I suppose.