"Milk!" ejaculated Broncho in astonishment. "I don't see no cows around."
"No, there ain't no cows a-muckin' around; but the milk here grows up aloft, on them trees."
"Cocoanuts!" exclaimed the boy eagerly, with a watering mouth.
"That's what," replied Bill Benson heartily. "Like one, young 'un?"
"Aye, that I would."
At which the bosun's mate got good-humouredly to his feet and strolled off into the low brush. Presently he reappeared with his arms full of ripe, juicy fruit.
"Wot oh, Aunt Sally!" he cried cheerfully. "Two shies a penny! 'minds one er 'ome, don't it?"
In a few moments they were all quenching their thirst with the delicious milky juice.
"My! that's somethin' like a drink!" sighed Jim, drawing a long breath.
"It shore beats any bug-juice I ever pours down my throat," commented Broncho appreciatively.