"Why, there is something there!" she exclaimed.
"Something here, too!" answered Lucile excitedly, as her slender white hand tugged away at a bundle which had been thrust into the prow of the boat.
"It's like going through your stocking Christmas morning!" laughed Marian, for the moment quite forgetting their dilemma in the excitement of discovery.
Marian drew forth a large sealskin sack. It was heavy and was tied tightly at the mouth. It gave forth a strange plop as she turned it over.
"Some sort of liquid," she announced. "Probably seal-oil."
With difficulty she untied the strings and opened the sack. Then quickly she pinched her nose. "Whew! What a smell!"
"Let's see," said Lucile, dropping the bundle she had just dragged forth. "Yes, it's seal-oil. That's a good find."
"Why? We can't use that stuff. It must be at least a year old and rotten. Talk about limburger cheese! Whew!"
She quickly tied the sack up again.
"Well," said Lucile, "we probably won't want to use it for food, but white people as fine-blooded as we have been compelled to. It's better than starving. But I was thinking about a fire. If we ever find any fuel where we're going—wherever that is—" she smiled a trifle uncertainly, "we'll need some oil to help start the fire if the fuel is damp, as most driftwood is."