engineer.

He dared speak no other word for the moment, but bent beside the
shattered chest again and fell to looking over the furs.

A polar-bear skin attracted his attention, and this he chose. Then,
with it slung across his shoulder, he stood up.

"Come," said he, steadying his voice with an effort; "come, we must be
going now. Our light won't hold out very much longer. We've got to
find food and drink before the alcohol's all gone; got to look out for
practical affairs, whatever happens. Let's be going."

Fortune favored them.

In the wreck of a small fancy grocer's booth down toward the end of
the arcade, where the post-office had been, they came upon a stock of
goods in glass jars.

All the tinned foods had long since perished, but the impermeable
glass seemed to have preserved fruits and vegetables of the finer
sort, and chipped beef and the like, in a state of perfect soundness.

Best of all, they discovered the remains of a case of mineral water.
The case had crumbled to dust, but fourteen bottles of water were
still intact.

"Pile three or four of these into my fur robe here," directed Stern.
"Now, a few of the other jars--that's right. To-morrow we'll come down
and clean up the whole stock. But we've got enough for now."