A good bank of snow was found, not too far from the ice edge, and in an hour an _igloo_ was ready and everything stowed safely away from possible foraging by the dogs.

Then the two teams, still fast in their traces, were picketed behind the ice hummocks near the _igloo_, for had they been set at liberty each dog would have gone hunting on his own account, and the seals would have been driven from the ice and beyond range of the guns.
Now, each armed with a rifle, and Bobby with a harpoon, they stole down toward the seals, crawling toward them, Bobby now and again emitting a "_Hough! Hough_!" in imitation of the coughing bark of the seals, until they approached quite near.

Then, almost simultaneously, they fired, and, springing up, ran forward.

Two seals had been shot clear through the head, and lay dead on the ice, but the other, though wounded, had slipped into the water.

Bobby drew his harpoon, and holding it poised waited, until presently a dozen feet away the wounded seal came struggling to the surface.