“I see,” said Stew. “How come you picked green ones?”
“They’ll be all right when they ripen,” Jack explained. “When they ripen on the plant, bananas are not fit to eat. They lose their flavor and become tasteless; also the skin bursts open and the ripening pulp is attacked by insects. We’ll hang this bunch up to ripen in the shade, and eat them as they ripen.”
They drank coffee and nibbled at the chocolate.
“Were those natives armed?” Stew asked.
“Oh, sure!” Jack smiled.
“Spears or clubs?”
“Knives,” said Jack. He might have added, “and smiles,” but did not.
“What’ll we do about the natives?” Stew asked.
“Nothing. At least, not till night. You can’t tell about natives. They must live in a village or a camp.”
“Sure. We’ll have to find out where it is.”