"And now we'll have something to eat!" Inza declared. "Both of you are famished. You are getting thawed out and dry, and if your stomachs are strong enough to stand the odor of things, I'll go ahead and get some supper for you. I know where everything is in the—what do you call it?—locker? Peleg, that's the taller one, showed me."
"Peleg must be sweet on you," remarked Frank, laughing.
She picked up a "spider" and shook it at him.
"Don't trouble the cook, Mr. Merriwell, if you expect to get anything to eat!"
"I was just going to remark that I admired his taste. He is a man of most excellent judgment!"
"How is your taste, Mr. Hodge?" Inza calmly queried. "Do you think you can eat fish?"
"I could eat a whale. I'll gobble up this fish-basket pretty soon if you don't hurry and serve something."
"Very well. Fish-baskets on toast. There are fish in a box back there. And there are crackers in this box. And over there I found some pretty nice canned goods."
Merriwell smiled. Inza's manner was like a break of sunshine.
"Your talk makes me simply ravenous."