Tears sprang to his eyes, and suddenly he felt very weak.
"The Lord surely has been taking care of me.

Maybe it is my destiny to live, after all, and if I get out of this I'll never forget 'twas the Lord took me through." Bobby's undivided attention until this time had been centered upon the seals which he had attacked, which were among those farthest from the open water.

Now as he dried his eyes and, still trembling from effort and excitement, drew his sheath knife to dress the animals, he looked about him, and what he saw brought forth an exclamation: "Puppies! That's what all the seals are here for!" And, sure enough, lying about on the ice were a great number of little white balls, so small and white they had escaped his notice at a distance, and each white ball was a new-born seal.

That, then, was why old seals were so numerous and so fearless.
But Bobby had no time to think about this.

Hunger was crying to be satisfied, and now that food was at hand he was hungrier than ever.