Just as the adventurers turned around the side of a large ice hill, which hid the airship from their sight, they heard a queer noise.
"What's that?" asked the professor.
"Sounded like some beast roaring," answered Jack.
"Look out!" shouted Andy, springing back, and bringing his gun to bear.
"We're in for it now!"
"Sea lions, by their looks!" exclaimed the inventor. "A whole crowd of them and they are right between us and the ship!"
The next instant the party came into full view of the beasts. There were about two hundred of them, great big brutes, with sharp tusks. At the sight of the men and boys the animals set up a chorus of roars that sounded as if several score of real African jungle lions had broken loose. At the same time the beasts, with curious hitchings of their unwieldly bodies, advanced on the adventurers!
"Get your guns ready," cried Andy. "These fellows mean business! Make every shot tell!"
He had already begun firing and two of the sea lions toppled over in quick succession, testifying to his good aim. Then the boys, the two helpers, the professor and Washington began a fusillade that made the icy regions echo and re-echo as though a battle was in progress.
But the number killed among them, and the sound of the guns, did not halt the progress of the beasts. On and on they came, their roars increasing in fierceness.
The continuous firing could not be kept up long. Already the old hunter's gun was empty, and there was no spare ammunition now. One after another the rifles of the others were emptied of their cartridges. Still the beasts came on.