“No, Jem, that would not do till we know a little more of them, and I can’t help hesitating now it comes to the point.”
“That’s just what I felt, Mas’ Don,” said Jem, with a perplexed look on his face.
“Come, Jem, who’s stealing some one else’s ideas now?”
“Like fruit?” said the tattooed Englishman, coming down to the water’s edge.
“That depends,” said Jem, dubiously. “What is it?”
“Karaka,” said their new friend, offering a basket of an olive-like fruit.
“Good to eat?”
“Yes; try it.”
“S’pose you eat some first,” said Jem suspiciously.
The Englishman laughed, and took some of the fruit, and began to chew it.