“Couldn’t help himself, I presume.”
“It’s ther undhertaker he’ll be needin’ now.”
“I fear he’s badly hurt. Come and see.”
They alighted and ran back, looking for the coon.
It was so dark, however, that they could not see except when the lightning flashed.
Although they keenly looked about whenever they had the chance, and reached the palms they had struck, they saw nothing of Pomp.
“Shure, he must have garn clane troo ther ground,” said Barney.
“It’s queer where he could have disappeared.”
“Hey, naygur!” yelled Barney.
As he ceased speaking a green cocoanut flew through the air, banged against his head, almost knocking him down, and the nut burst and drenched him with the milk it contained.