“Well I’ll be horn-swoggled!” cried Washington, leaning against the big fruit, which easily supported him.
“Hurrah!” cried Jack, drawing his knife from his pocket and opening the largest blade. “I always did like peaches. Now I can have all I want,” and he drove the steel into the object, cutting off a big slice which he began to eat.
“It may be poisonous!” exclaimed Mark.
“Too late now,” responded Jack, the juice running down from his mouth. “Taste’s good, anyhow.”
They all watched Jack while he devoured his slice of fruit. Washington acted as if he expected his friend to topple over unconscious, but Jack showed no bad symptoms.
“You’d better all have some,” the boy said. “It’s the best I ever tasted.”
Encouraged by Jack’s example, Mark thought he, too, would have some of the fruit. He opened his knife and was about to take off some of the peach when suddenly the thing began to roll forward, almost upon him.
“Hi! Stop your shoving!” he exclaimed. “Do you want to have the thing roll over me, Jack?”
“I’m not shoving!” replied Jack.
“Some one is!” Mark went on. He dodged around the far side of the immense fruit and what he saw made him cry out in astonishment.