"Then let's tip this large piece off on to it.
May scare him out." We managed to turn it over the edge; when it fell down _smash_ upon the cake below, splitting it in two.

Instantly the bear, a great shaggy, white fellow, sprang out, and ran round at the bottom of the hole, growling, and trying to scratch up the sides.

He had several bloody streaks on him.

Kit took a rapid aim, and fired a bullet into his fore-shoulder; which only made him growl the louder, however.

Then the captain gave him a shot in the head; at which the creature tumbled down, and kicked his last very quietly.
But meanwhile we had heard a great uproar and shouting off to the left.
"They've started the other, I guess!" exclaimed Kit.