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[Illustration: The bear, having descended from the mast, had fallen upon the two men.] "Help! help! Herming!" cried the mate. "Help! Penellan!" cried Louis. Steps were heard on the stairs. Penellan appeared, loaded his pistol, and discharged it in the bear's ear; he roared; the pain made him relax his paws for a moment, and Louis, exhausted, fell motionless on the deck; but the bear, closing his paws tightly in a supreme agony, fell, dragging down the wretched Vasling, whose body was crushed under him. Penellan hurried to Louis Cornbutte's assistance. No serious wound endangered his life: he had only lost his breath for a moment. "Marie!" he said, opening his eyes. "Saved!" replied Perfellan. "Herming is lying there with a knife-wound in his stomach." "And the bears--" "Dead, Louis