It soon dawned upon him that Neewa was eating something, but for the life of him he couldn't make out what it was.

Hungrily he nosed close to Neewa's foraging snout.

He licked with his tongue where Neewa licked, and he got only dirt.

And all the time Neewa was giving his jolly little grunts of satisfaction.
It was ten minutes before he hunted out the last ant and went on.
A little later they came to a small open space where the ground was wet, and after sniffing about a bit, and focussing his one good eye here and there, Neewa suddenly began digging.

Very shortly he drew out of the ground a white object about the size of a man's thumb and began to crunch it ravenously between his jaws.