"Come on!" Just then a shot was fired, followed by a noise of falling ice-cakes.
We could see a head bob up occasionally, and made for the _melee_ as fast as we could hop.

The jam in this direction was not so high.

The ice-cakes lay flatter, and were less heaped one above the other.

Cries of "There he is! there he goes!" burst out on a sudden; then another musket-shot.
Leaping on, we soon caught sight of the chase.

The bear was jumping from cake to cake.