And loaded with ball it was effective enough at fifty yards or so, but far from certain in accuracy at a greater distance.
"Let's work down through the brush as far as we can," suggested Bobby, "and then I'll crawl down on him, if he'll let me, for a good close shot." Slowly they crawled, and cautiously, looking at nothing and paying attention to nothing but the seal, which, presently becoming conscious of danger perhaps, grew restless; and though Bobby was not as near his game as he should have wished, he threw up his gun and fired.

The bullet, after the manner of bullets fired from shotguns at long range, went wide of its mark, and the seal, after the manner of seals, slipped gently into the water and was gone.
"There he goes!" exclaimed Bobby in disgust, springing to his feet.

"If I had only had a rifle!" "Yes," said Jimmy, "you'd have--" Jimmy's sentence was cut short by the sound of a heavy tread behind them, and wheeling about our young hunters discovered a big polar bear, in the edge of the brush and not twenty yards away.

It had apparently been aroused from an afternoon sleep, and not being partial to human society was now bent upon an expeditious departure from the vicinity.
Quick as a flash Bobby raised his gun to his shoulder.
"Don't shoot! Don't shoot!" warned Jimmy.
But Bobby did not heed the warning.

The bullet from the undischarged barrel went crashing into the animal's shoulder.