CHAPTER VIII .-- A Remarkable Story.
"Jack! Jack!" shouted Bob.
A sound as of falling rocks or ice blocks reached his ears, but no answering voice.
The echoes of the falling masses died away.
Bob was filled with dismay at the dreadful ending of his chum.
He had reached his gun to him, but Larmore had been unable to grasp it.
He shuddered as he thought of Jack's feelings as he felt himself shooting over the precipice.
There was nothing to do but to return.
He found, lame as he was, the path extremely difficult.
But at length he reached the yacht and told his story.
"It's dreadful," said Captain Sumner.

"First my daughter and your mother, and now your friend, a young gentleman we all liked and I, for one, looked on as a comrade, for we fought side by side against that rascally crew of ours." The captain was quite affected.
When the _Dart_ was once more going through the water in the direction in which Bob had seen what he took for a boat sail, he came to the side of our hero, who stood leaning on the after-bulwarks, gazing at the berg, whose southern point they were now passing.
"He was a fine young fellow!" he exclaimed, "and would have made a good officer.
"But what are you looking at ?" "A seal, sir," said Bob.

"Don't you see it, lying in the shade of that block of ice, on the ledge, lapped by the swell ?" "Seals don't lie in the shade--they bask in the sun.

Give me the glass, Bob." But our hero was already drawing it out to his focus.
No sooner did he get it pointed correctly than he uttered a cry of surprise.
"That's his body!" he exclaimed.

"At all events, a man's body.