“Sure. Only I’d like to get out of here fast.”
“Take it easy, War,” Jack grinned. “We’ll roll in after our driver picks up a few more bananas. Patience, my lad!”
As they jounced along, the Scouts kept an alert watch for their missing friends. But in the long plant rows, they saw only occasional workmen.
Presently, the little cart, now two-quarters filled with banana bunches, bounced over a log bridge which spanned a ditch. Seeing the big loading shed and a railroad siding beyond, the Scouts leaped off their perch.
“Thanks for the ride,” Jack called to the cart driver. “Gracias, Senor.”
The workman responded with a friendly wave of his hand.
Wilted by the noonday heat, Jack and War walked toward the shed adjoining the railroad tracks. Through the open door they could see rows of green banana bunches stacked ready for shipment to the boat dock.
“I’m thirsty,” War announced, wetting his lips. “Let’s see if we can find some drinking water. I could go for a nice iced cocoanut!”
“You won’t find it here,” Jack rejoined. “Or an ice cream soda either.”
At the doorway of the banana shed, he abruptly halted, his attention fixing upon two persons who were inside.