Evidently this was one of its permanent sunning-places.
"Get back among the rocks, and watch for him!" exclaimed Kit.

"Only thing we can do now." "I suppose so," said Raed.
We secreted ourselves a little back from the water behind different rocks and in little hollows, and, with guns rested ready to fire, waited for the re-appearance of the big seal.

Five, ten, fifteen minutes passed; but he didn't re-appear much.
"I say," Wade whispered: "this is getting a little played!" We were all beginning to think so, when a horrible noise--a sound as much like the sudden bellow of a mad bull as anything I can compare it with--resounded from the other side of the island.
"What, for Heaven's sake, is that ?" Kit exclaimed.
"Must be another of these sea-horses calling to the one over here," said Raed, after listening a moment.
"Let's work round there, then," I said.
The noise seemed to have been four or five hundred yards off.

Keeping the dog behind us, we hurried round by the east shore to avoid climbing the higher ledges, which rose sixty or seventy feet along the middle of the islet.

These bare, flinty ledges, when not encumbered by bowlders, are grand things to run on.