“That is hardly credible!”
“But it is true, Johnson; this piece of metal may save our lives; let us leave it here in the air before we take it, and go and see whether the bear is still following us.”
At that moment Hatteras came out of the hut; the doctor showed him the bullet, and told him what he thought of doing; the captain pressed his hand, and the three went off to inspect. The air was very clear. Hatteras, who was ahead of his companions, discovered the bear about a half-mile off. The animal, seated on his hind quarters, was busily moving his head about, sniffing towards these new arrivals.
“There he is!” shouted the captain.
“Silence!” said the doctor.
But the huge beast did not stir when he saw the hunters. He gazed at them without fear or anger. Still, it would be found hard to approach him.
“My friends,” said Hatteras, “we have not come out for sport, but to save our lives. Let us act cautiously.”
“Yes,” answered the doctor; “we can only have one shot, and we must not miss; if he were to run away, he would be lost, for he can run faster than a hare.”
“Well, we must go straight for him,” said Johnson; “it is dangerous, but what does it matter? I am willing to risk my life.”
“No, let me go!” cried the doctor.
“No, I shall go,” answered Hatteras, quietly.
“But,” said Johnson, “are not you of more use to the others than I should be?”
“No, Johnson,” answered the captain, “let me go; I shall run no needless risk; perhaps, too, I shall call on you to help me.”
“Hatteras,” asked the doctor, “are you going to walk straight towards the bear?”
“If I were sure of hitting him, I would do so, even at the risk of having my head torn open, but he would flee at my approach. He is very crafty; we must try to be even craftier.”
“What do you intend to do?”
“To get within ten feet of him without his suspecting it.”
“How are you going to do it?”
“By a simple but dangerous method. You kept, did you not, the skin of the seal you shot?”
“Yes, it is on the sledge.”
“Well, let us go back to the snow-house, while Johnson stays here on watch.”
The boatswain crept behind a hummock which hid him entirely from the sight of the bear, who stayed in the same place, continually sniffing the air.
V
The Seal and the Bear
Hatteras and the doctor went back to the house.
“You know,” said the captain, “that the polar bears chase seals, which are their principal food. They watch for days at their breathing-holes, and seize them the moment they come upon the ice. So a bear will not be afraid of a seal; far from it.”
“I understand your plan,” said the doctor, “but it’s dangerous.”
“But there is a chance of success,” answered the captain, “and we must try it. I am going to put on the sealskin and crawl over the ice. Let us lose no time. Load the gun and give it to me.”
The doctor had nothing to say; he would himself have done what his companion was about to try; he left the house, carrying two axes, one for Johnson, the other for himself; then, accompanied by Hatteras, he went to the sledge.
There Hatteras put on the sealskin, which very nearly covered him. Meanwhile, the doctor loaded the gun with the last charge of powder, and dropped in it the quicksilver bullet, which was as hard as steel and as heavy as lead. Then he handed Hatteras the gun, which he hid beneath the sealskin. Then he said to the doctor—
“You go and join Johnson; I shall wait a few moments to puzzle the enemy.”
“Courage, Hatteras!” said the doctor.
“Don’t be uneasy, and above all don’t show yourselves before you hear my gun.”
The doctor soon reached the hummock which concealed Johnson.
“Well?” the latter asked.
“Well, we must wait. Hatteras is doing all this to save us.”
The doctor was agitated; he looked at the bear, which had grown excited, as if he had become conscious of the danger which threatened him. A quarter of an hour later the seal was crawling over the ice; he made a circuit of a quarter of a mile to baffle the bear; then he found himself within three hundred feet of him. The bear then saw him, and settled down as if he were trying to hide. Hatteras imitated skilfully the movements of a seal, and if he had not known, the doctor would certainly have taken him for one.
“That’s true!” whispered Johnson.
The seal, as he approached the bear, did not appear to see him; he seemed to be seeking some hole through which to reach the water. The bear advanced towards him over the ice with the utmost caution; his eager eyes betrayed his excitement; for one or perhaps two months he had been fasting, and fortune was now throwing a sure prey before him. The seal had come within ten feet of his enemy; the bear hastened towards him, made a long leap, and stood stupefied three paces from Hatteras, who, casting aside the sealskin, with one knee resting on the ground, was aiming at the bear’s heart.
The report was sounded, and the bear rolled over on the ice.
“Forward!” shouted the doctor. And, followed by Johnson, he hastened to the scene of combat. The huge beast rose, and beat the air with one paw while with the other he tore up a handful of snow to stanch the wound. Hatteras did not stir, but waited, knife in hand. But his aim had been accurate, and his bullet had hit its mark; before the arrival of his friends he had plunged his knife into the beast’s throat, and it fell, never to rise.
“Victory!” shouted Johnson.
“Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!”
