“Yes, if you will go slowly,” replied the boy. “I’m very stiff now, but I shall get better as we go on.”
And risking the destruction and loss of the skin, they started at once for the boat, to reach it after what to Steve was a long and painful walk.
That night he slept so soundly that ten hours had passed before he made his appearance in the cabin, a good deal scratched and otherwise marked, but little the worse for his adventure.
Chapter Thirty Four.
Signs of the Cold.
The skin of the bear was considered to be of too much value to be left to rot, so that next morning a fresh start was made as before, and in due time the place was reached where the roughly-built fireplace stood up blackened against the grey stones. But the bear lay out of sight beyond a mass of rock.
As they came to where the animal should have been, it did not seem to be there; but directly after Steve pointed, nearly speechless with wonder.
“Look!” he cried. “Come to life again.”