“That’s so, and we must find them.”
For fully fifteen minutes they hunted, loath to give up, and then Jack found the can nearly ten feet away from the front end of the toboggan.
“Hope they’re not all smashed,” he said as he pried off the cover. “Looks like an omelet,” he announced a moment later, as he stared at the contents of the can. “But I guess we can scramble them,” he added hopefully.
“I’ll get breakfast while you pack up,” Jack suggested as they turned back to the fire.
Filling the coffee pot with snow, he soon had it melting over the fire, while he picked the bits of broken shell out of the “omelet.”
“Not so bad at that,” Bob declared, as a few minutes later they were eating bacon and scrambled eggs, washed down with coffee.
“No, but the trouble is we haven’t got enough left to last more than a couple of days unless we go on mighty short rations, and you know how keen I am for that sort of thing. It took all the eggs I could salvage to make this mess, and there’s about enough bacon for three more meals. That and the soup and one can of tongue is all we have, but, thank goodness, there’s plenty of coffee and milk.”
“Well, the question before the house is, what shall we do? Shall we turn back or keep on and trust to luck? We might get a rabbit or two, although I doubt it,” Bob said as he drained his third dipper of coffee.
“I move we go on,” Jack said without hesitation. “We can make out for a couple of days anyhow.”
“All right, I second the motion and that makes it unanimous,” Bob declared. “I suppose we’ll have to go back till we come to that pine and see if we can get on the trail again.”