He had advanced to within a few yards of the bears, and was rushing forward to make a vigorous attack on the little one.
"He'll be killed!" exclaimed Fred in dismay.
"Follow me, men," shouted the captain, as he leaped the ridge: "make all the noise you can." In a moment the surrounding cliffs were reverberating with the loud halloos and frantic yells of the men, as they burst suddenly over the ridge, and poured down upon the bears like a torrent of maniacs.
Bold though they were, they couldn't stand this.

They turned tail and fled, followed by the disappointed howls of O'Riley, and also by his cudgel, which he hurled violently after them as he pulled up.
Having thus triumphantly put the enemy to flight, the party continued their ascent of the hill, and soon gained the summit.
"There it is!" shouted Fred, who, in company with Mivins, first crossed the ridge, and tossed his arms in the air.
The men cheered loudly as they hurried up and one by one emerged into a red glow of sunshine.

It could not be termed _warm_, for it had no power in that frosty atmosphere, and only a small portion of the sun's disk was visible.

But his _light_ was on every crag and peak around; and as the men sat down in groups, and, as it were, bathed in the sunshine, winking at the bright gleam of light with half-closed eyes, they declared that it _felt_ warm, and wouldn't hear anything to the contrary, although Saunders, true to his nature, endeavoured to prove to them that the infinitely small degree of heat imparted by such feeble rays could not by any possibility be _felt_ except in imagination.

But Saunders was outvoted.