"Down among the ice!" "May be wounded down there," said Kit.

"Crawled in under the ice." "Spread out round here, boys," cried the captain, "and peep sharp into the holes!" I knew we were near where the bullets from the howitzer had hit; for I saw several of them lying down in the cracks, flattened by striking against the ice: and, a few rods farther on, Weymouth and I came to a large irregular hole sixteen or seventeen feet deep, along the bottom of which we saw the bones of some fish.
"This is the very place where they were when we first saw them," said Weymouth.

"Ten to one they've crawled into some of those big cracks." We pitched down a loose junk of ice, and again heard a growl: though just where it issued from was hard telling; for the broad faces of the cakes, set at all angles, echoed the sound in a most bewildering manner.

Kit and the captain came along; and we rolled down another fragment.

Another growl.
"He's in behind this great cake that sets upright against the side of the hole!" exclaimed Weymouth.
"Think so ?" said Kit.