"Creep up still! Peep by me! See him! By Jove! he's wiggling off the ice! Jump up and shoot him!" We sprang up, cocking our muskets, just in time to get a glimpse and hear the great seal splash heavily into the sea.

Wade and Kit fired as the waters buried him; Guard rushed past, and Donovan bounded down the rocks, butcher-knife in hand.
"Too late!" exclaimed Raed.
We ran down to the spot.

The water went off deep from the ice on which it had lain.

It was nowhere in sight.

Dirt and gravel had been scattered out on to the ice, and its ordure lay about.