Adventure and adventurers -- Juvenile fiction; Arctic regions -- Juvenile fiction
He knelt down by the dog, patted him, and then took hold of one of his
legs; but Skene threw up his muzzle and made so piteous a cry that the
leg was immediately released and laid a short distance farther away by
its owner.
"Then you are hurt, old chap. Shall I fetch the doctor?"
The dog yelped.
"What does that mean, Johannes, yes or no?"
"Only his way of saying thank you, sir," replied the Norseman. "He's
hurt, but not badly; because, as you saw, he could run at the bear.
He's a good deal bruised, and he'll be a bit sore for days; but animals
soon get well again. They lick themselves right when they are hurt."
"But oughtn't he to be examined?"
"I did look at him, sir. He's only hurt in the shoulder and ribs, where
the bear struck him. There isn't a trace of blood. Let him lie, sir;
he'll curl up when we get him on board."
As the dog appeared to be in no pain and was intent upon the skinning
process, he was left alone; and the little party followed the dog's
example, till Johannes suddenly looked up.
"I don't know, gentlemen," he said; "it's hardly likely, but I'd post
somebody to keep a look-out. The bear's mate might come to look after
him, and they are savage brutes at times."
"I'll get on that stone and keep the look-out myself," said the captain.
"No; here comes McByle with the gun. He shall go up on the rock and
keep watch. He doesn't seem to limp much now."
This was the case, and a few minutes after Andrew was perched up on a
pile of rocks some twenty feet above the ground. He accepted the duty
most willingly, for the top of the rock seemed to be a particularly safe
place; and as soon as he heard the object of his task he scrambled up so
rapidly that the captain laughed.
"We need not fidget about McByle's hurts," he said; and then he shouted:
"Keep a sharp look to the northward, McByle!"
"Ay, ay, sir, she will," replied the man; and they saw him gaze intently
toward the spot where the other bear had disappeared.
Then all attention was directed to the prize, which by rough measurement
was nearly three yards in length, and as ponderous-looking as some huge
bull, while another rough measurement showed that it had been a long way
on toward five feet in height as it stood.
The boat soon after returned from the ship, with the other two
Norwegians, who set to work at once to help, and by their united efforts
the great, heavy skin was stripped off and carried by one of the men to
the shore.
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