"Now, doctor," said the captain, setting the example of taking his double gun from the rack and slinging his cartridge-bag over his shoulder. The doctor followed the captain's lead, and Steve stepped to the slings on the other side for his. "Coats on," said the captain; "it's bitter out on the deck. Keep him quiet, Steve!" Steve patted and whistled to the dog, who gave his tail a slow sweep from side to side, and then stood ready for action, while coats and caps were donned, and cartridges slipped into the breeches of the pieces. The captain laid his hand upon the door and was about to open it, when there was a gentle tap, and the light shone full upon the face of Johannes. "What's the matter?" asked the captain sharply. "A bear, I think, sir," said the Norseman in a low voice. "The scent of these animals is very fine, and the smell of the cooking has brought him perhaps. But it is very dark, and I'm not sure, sir. I hope it is not a false alarm. You heard it, then?" he said, as it seemed only then to strike him that the party had risen to go out on deck. "Skeny heard something and growled!" cried Steve. "Then there is one, gentlemen," said the man quietly. "Will you come round and listen?" A word or two given in an impressive whisper to the dog silenced him, and he followed as if knowing his business exactly--that is, to steal up to the quarry and wait patiently until the fighting began and his pent-up excitement could have full play. Johannes led, and they all walked slowly along the port side of the deck, which looked dark and impressive with only one lanthorn burning close to the galley door. The canvas sides of the long, tent-like awning bulged in here and there as they passed some shroud or stay, and the roof hung low in places where the snow lay particularly heavy, while the cold that struck to them now in leaving the warm cabin was terrible. Every breath Steve drew felt as if it were charged with tiny needles, which tingled in his nostrils. A thick mist formed about them, and when they paused close to the lanthorn to listen for a minute the vapour of their breath rose and then fell down again in soft specks which the lad did not understand for the moment, and then saw to be tiny flakes of snow. But all was still save a murmur which came up from the closely shut engine-room hatch, where the men had collected about the glowing fire kept up without stint. Johannes went on round by the bows, and all followed, Steve shivering with cold and excitement; but they passed along, going aft now, close by the canvas wall, till they reached the cabin door again without a sound being heard. "False alarm, Johannes?" whispered the captain. The man smiled, and pointed to the dog, whose ears were twitching, and now standing up, bent forward, now lowered down, while his tail was waving slowly, and his muzzle was in the air with the nostrils distended. "Skeny says there's a bear or something about," said Steve softly.