The Irishman was a dozen feet from the ground, upon a little shelf that was projecting over an almost smooth wall.
When the bear chased him, and he found it gaining, he ran up this wall by means of the tiny protuberances and indentations until he reached the edge of the shelf, when he pulled himself up the rest of the way.
If he hadn’t been frightened he couldn’t have done it.
Dropping down, he told Frank what had happened to him, after which they began to skin the bear, and cut away the choicest parts.
These were stowed aboard the ice ship.
It was hardly done when Pomp shouted:
“Heah come de niggahs!”
The natives had been swarming up the hill, and seeing the boat on the ground, made a grand rush for her.
Pomp did not wait for orders.
He pulled the gyroscope lever, and the Ranger bounded up into the air, thwarting them a second time.