The panting, scuffling, splashing, and wallowing ceased, and Vince held up the light.
"Where are you ?" he cried, forgetting the necessity for being silent.
"Here," said Mike, rising into a sitting position on a little bank of coarse sand, which was composed entirely of broken shells.
"Hurt ?" "Yes;--no.

I came down very heavily, though." "Fall over one of the seals ?" "No, it went between my legs, and I couldn't save myself.

Well, we've won, and I'm glad we know now they were only seals.

It was very stupid, but I got fancying they were goodness knows what horrible creatures." "So did I," said Vince, with a faint laugh.

"Old Joe's water bogies seemed to be all there, with fiery eyes, and I hit at them in a desperate way like.