We started off, and, on getting back to the beach, found Wade, with Weymouth and Donovan, standing near the boat.
"Where's your bear?" Kit demanded.
"You say," laughed Weymouth, "you were one of the two that shot at him."
"He showed too much speed for us," said Donovan.
"But where's your new species?" Wade inquired.
"Oh! he's all right,—up here in a hole."
"That so? Here's what he was eating when the bear drove him away," pointing down among the rocks, where a lot of large bones lay partly in the water.
"What kind of an animal was that?" Kit asked.
"A finback, I think," replied Weymouth. "Died or got killed among the ice, and the waves washed the carcass up here. Been dead a good while."
"I should say so, by the smell. Putrid, isn't it? Why, that beast must have had a strong stomach!"