Suddenly the walrus dived.

Awatok rushed forward, and in another instant stood at the edge of the hole with his spear in readiness in his right hand and the coil of line in his left.

The others joined him instantly, and they had scarcely come up when the huge monster again rose to the surface.
Saunders and Buzzby fired at his head the moment it appeared above water, and Awatok at the same time planted a spear in his breast, and ran back with the coil.

The others danced about in an excited state, throwing their spears and missing their mark, although it was a big one, frequently.
"Give him a lance-thrust, Amos," cried Saunders, reloading his piece.
But Amos could not manage it, for the creature lashed about so furiously that, although he made repeated attempts, he failed to do more than prick its tough sides and render it still more savage.

Buzzby, too, made several daring efforts to lance it, but failed, and nearly slipped into the hole in his recklessness.