"Something hit him on the back of the head," he explained as they turned and rushed back. "It was that nut there."
Pat was unconscious but only for a minute. "Was it lightning?" he gasped as he struggled to his feet.
"No, it was nut," Jack grinned, but the hot-headed Irishman was in no mood to catch the pun.
"Whot was it thin," he demanded rubbing the back of his head.
"Someone or something threw this nut at us and hit you," Bob told him as he picked up the nut.
"An' it's meself as he can't do thot wid and git away wid it," he sputtered starting back toward the grove.
But the captain caught him by the arm and held him back. "Easy there now," he cautioned.
"Aisy me eye. I'm going ter git the spaleen whot threw thot nut, I'm tellin' yer."
"Not that way you aren't," the captain insisted easily holding the struggling mate. "Maybe it was a gorilla or an orang-outang and if it was he'd make mince meat of you if you go rushing in there."
"But—"