"The cow seals never come twice to the hauling grounds," was the reply. "They go for the first time to the rookeries in their second year."
"I should think it would be easy enough then to 'cut out' a herd," the boy said. "I could pretty nearly do it myself."
"Obviously! Without any trouble!" was the reply. "But you've got to go slow."
"Why?" the boy queried.
"If a seal is hurried he gets heated. You remember I told you how little they can stand. If a seal is killed after being heated, fur comes off in patches and the skin is of no value. Let's go on. I have to tally those that are knocked down."
"I thought you were going to drive some!" said Colin in a disappointed tone, as they turned away from the hauling-grounds along a well-beaten road.
"The drive started three hours ago and more," was the reply. "Quarter of a mile an hour is fast enough to make seals travel. You can drive as fast as a mile an hour, but lots will be left on the road to die from the exertion. Yet the same seals will swim hundreds of miles in a day."
"But what can you do, then, on a warm day? Do you drive during the night?"
"No seals here on a warm day," was the immediate answer. "You saw all those thousands