"But what is it?" insisted Mark.
"It's a combination of chocolate, wheat, malt and preserved milk," replied Jack, looking at the label again, "and it says that one capsule, if chewed and swallowed, is as much as an ordinary meal. There are two hundred capsules in here, and that will last us for a few days at least."
"Not very hearty eatin', 'cordin' to my way of thinkin'," said Bill; "but I guess with that and the moss Dirola can dig up we'll get along."
The Esquimaux woman had finished her simple meal. She dug up quite a quantity of the moss and laid it on top of a big pile of ice, where she could find it again.
"Must build house now," she announced. "Make place for sleep. I show you!"
In a little while a large space was scooped out of the snow drift. Many hands soon enlarged the cave until it was large enough for all to move about inside with comfort.
"Now for dinner!" exclaimed Jack, as he opened the tin.
The meal, though simple, was satisfying, and soon the lost ones felt more comfortable.
"It's stopped snowing!" announced Mark, going to the entrance of the cave, "and it's much colder. I guess we'll stay here a while."
He returned to his companions. They all went as far to the rear of the cave as they could, for the wind came in the wide entrance.