He searched the ground, and saw footprints.
"Some animals have been here," he thought. "They evidently did not like dried fish, for, though they have trampled over them, they have devoured none; but the sea-biscuits are all gone."
It was impossible to determine what sort of animals they were, but he was quite sure they were not dangerous.
He took up the gun and returned to the tent, where he related to Blanche the loss of their biscuits.
"Then there are animals on the land," she said.
"Yes; but they are not dangerous," he returned. "These animals may prove useful to us for food."
"I hope so."
After several moments, she asked:
"How long must we stay?"
"I know not. Had I not better take the boat and go to the wreck for more food?"