“I don’t know what that means,” was the answer.
Gillis threw up his hands in despair.
“Well, wouldn’t that get your goat?” he ejaculated.
“I haven’t got any goat,” replied Bomba, who thought the question was addressed to him.
The men laughed heartily, and Bomba, though a little puzzled, laughed with them. He was glad that he had said something that pleased them. They were nice men. His heart warmed to them.
Gillis returned to the attack.
“When did you come into this jungle?” he asked.
“I have always been here,” answered Bomba.
“But don’t you remember ever living anywhere else?” persisted Gillis. “Don’t you remember coming over the ocean?”
“What is the ocean?” asked Bomba.