When we had gained the dry ground near the head of the street we threw down our burdens for a rest.
“I’ll give you ten dollars for those pineapples!” offered a passerby, stopping short.
Our companion quickly closed the bargain.
“What do you think of that?” he demanded of us wide-eyed, and in the hearing of the purchaser.
The latter grinned a little, and hailed a man across the street.
“Charley!” he yelled. “Come over here!”
The individual addressed offered some demur, but finally picked his way across to us.
“How do you like these?” demanded the pineapple purchaser, showing his fruit.
“Jerusalem!” cried Charley admiringly, “where did you get them? Want to sell ’em?”
“I want some myself, but I’ll sell you three of them.”