"Draw jack-knives, and dine!" Several mouthfuls were eaten in silence.
"What think of 'em ?" Weymouth asked, casting a sly glance around.

"How do they go ?" "Rather oily!" grumbled Wade.
"Awful fresh!" Kit complained.
"Not a dust of salt in this camp!" Raed exclaimed.
"We never can live without any salt," said I."Nothing will relish so fresh as these eggs." "But where's your salt coming from ?" Kit demanded.
"Plenty of it in the sea," said Donovan.

"Might boil down some of the salt water." "If we only had a kettle to boil it in," Raed added.
"Well, there's the old tin dipper in the boat that we used to bail out the rain-water with," replied Don.

"We could keep that boiling.

Might boil away six or seven quarts by morning.