"I don't know," said Jack.
"Maybe she's after a rabbit," observed Bill. "I'd like a good hot rabbit stew myself."
Dirola's hands, encased in heavy fur gloves, made the snow fly. In a little while she held up a, dark mass of what looked like seaweed.
"Eat! Um good!" she exclaimed.
"I guess it's some kind of moss that the people up north eat," remarked Tom. "I remember reading something about it once. I suppose we'd better tackle it, for we may not get a meal in some time."
Jack, who had been fumbling in the big pocket of his fur coat, gave a sudden cry.
"What's the matter; somethin' bit ye?" asked Bill.
"Look here!" cried the boy, and he held up a large tin can.
"What is it; soup?" inquired Mark.
"It's some of those capsule foods from the ship," said Jack, reading the label. "I remember I put it in my pocket when I thought the ship was going to be wrecked. I felt I might need it. Now it will come in handy."