Besides, I saw one or two strange birds eating them just a few minutes ago, and what won't kill the birds won't kill us.

But look up there, Peterkin," continued Jack, pointing to the branched head of a cocoa-nut palm.

"There are nuts for us in all stages." "So there are!" cried Peterkin, who being of a very unobservant nature had been too much taken up with other things to notice anything so high above his head as the fruit of a palm tree.

But, whatever faults my young comrade had, he could not be blamed for want of activity or animal spirits.

Indeed, the nuts had scarcely been pointed out to him when he bounded up the tall stem of the tree like a squirrel, and, in a few minutes, returned with three nuts, each as large as a man's fist.
"You had better keep them till we return," raid Jack.