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he heard a slight noise behind him. Somewhat startled, he turned around to find himself face to face with a monstrous polar bear!
The beast had just discovered Bob. For a moment he stood still.
Then with a growl he leaped directly for the astonished youth.
Had Bob not sprung out of the way the bear would have landed on his head.
But Bob moved with the quickness of lightning, and this saved his life.
The bear, however, came down so close to the boy’s side that our hero had no time left to fire at him.
He struck the bear one hasty blow with his gun stock and then ran for dear life.
Recovering, the huge beast came after him.
Although a heavyweight, the bear managed to cover the ground with incredible swiftness.
Down the side of the icy hill went Bob, with the bear less than a dozen feet in the rear.
The plain below reached, Bob scarcely knew which way to turn.
The bear uttered growl after growl, showing that he was working himself up to a perfect fury.
“I must get to the yacht, if possible,” thought Bob, and headed in the direction without delay.
On and on came the polar bear.
He did not seem to gain, neither did he lose.
So far the race had been about even, but Bob felt he could not keep up that terrific strain much longer.
As he ran he fingered his gun nervously.
Should he risk a shot?
“I must do something,” he said to himself desperately.
And wheeling about he took hasty aim and blazed away.
The shot was not a bad one. The bullet struck the polar bear in the side of the head, causing him to stagger back and halt.
On went Bob again, and by the time the bear recovered sufficiently to continue the pursuit he was nearly fifty yards in advance.
But the bear was undaunted, and on he came as swiftly as before.
Once Bob stumbled and almost gave himself up for lost.
But he scrambled up quickly, and was relieved to see the bear stop, not being able to make out what was about to happen.
Then on went again, until, with a cry of terror, Bob leaped back.
He had reached the edge of a swiftly flowing stream, which ran between smooth banks of ice.
To attempt to leap that body of water would be highly dangerous, and to enter it might cost him his life.
And now the polar bear was at his very heels.
CHAPTER XIV
The Finding of the Stone Chest
“Help! help!”
Why he uttered the cry Bob could scarcely tell.
He did not imagine that any human beings were within sound of his voice.
Yet it is natural for a person in mortal peril to cry for assistance.
Luckily his cries were heard.
Captain Sumner was returning from the Dart, having hastily summoned Bok, Leeks, and the others.
Glancing in the direction, he saw the polar bear and then Bob.
He did not stop to think, but, taking hasty aim, fired.
Bok also discharged his weapon, and, hit twice in the neck, the beast staggered back.
Bob now saw his friends, and, running up the stream, joined them.
With so many against him the bear tried to flee, but a second bullet from the captain’s gun finished him.
“Oh, how thankful I am that you have come,” cried Bob gratefully. “I thought I was a goner.”
“Don’t waste time here,” exclaimed Captain Sumner. “These shots will alarm those people we left at the ice cave.”
“That is true,” said Bob. “Come on—we must rescue my father!”
And he led the way, with the captain at his side.
It was a rough journey up the side of the hill again, and more than once they had to stop to catch their breath.
At the top a surprise awaited them.
The band of strange people had disappeared!
At first Bob could scarcely believe his eyes.
“Where are they?”
“Gone!”
“But to where? I can’t see them anywhere.”
Captain Sumner shook his head.
A telescope was brought into play, but it did no good.
Captors and captive had alike gone, no one could tell where.
A consultation was held, and it was decided to explore the cave before going back to the Dart.
The descent into the cold spot was not easy, and more than once a member of the party was in danger of breaking a leg.
The bottom reached they made their way to the place where the men had been at work with their axes.
They had cut out a square hole two by three feet and six feet deep.
Gazing down into the bottom of the hole, Bob gave a shout:
“The stone chest, as sure as I live!”
“What!” cried the captain.
He too looked into the opening.
There rested what at first looked to the a square stone of a whitish-blue color.
But a closer examination proved that it was really a stone chest, having two immense hinges of iron. How had the object come there?
“I believe those people were going to dig it out when our firing frightened them off,” said Captain Sumner.
“Let us see what the chest contains,” returned Bob, in high curiosity.
The others were willing, and by the united efforts of the sailors the top of the chest was pried back.
A murmur of astonishment went up.
The chest contained three iron pots, one filled with silver and the others filled with gold!
“The treasure, sure enough!” ejaculated Jack, who had come along with the sailors.
“There are thousands of dollars there!” said Captain Sumner.
“We ought to take the stuff on board of the Dart,” put in Bok. “’Taint no use to leave it out here.”
The others agreed with him.
In the chest were two fur-covered sacks, and these the party used, filling them up to the top.
In the midst of the work a far-away shot was heard. Two more followed in quick succession.
“’Tis an alarm from the yacht,” cried the captain. “I told my daughter and Mrs. Cromwell to fire in case anything turned up.”
Without delay the sailors were sent off in advance.
Captain Sumner, Bob, and Jack started to follow with the treasure sacks, when a shout went up and a band of the hostile savages appeared at the far end of the ice cave.
“We must run for it!” yelled Bob. “Come on—for the ship!”
“Give them a volley first!” shouted the captain.
Six shots, poured into the advancing troop, threw them into confusion.