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Forbidden Cargoes

Chapter 4 JOHNNY THOMPSON IN JAIL

Word Count: 1572    |    Released on: 01/12/2017

ght about such separation. Pant of course had become deeply engrossed in the work of building up the fortune of his white-haired grandsire. In this task Johnny had shown a lively interest un

ring and boiling down the sap of the "chewing gum" trees.

and that adventure would be provided for all, he had cut himself a stout stick for dealing wi

would have waited for the train. It wouldn't go up for two day

ng the best transportation he could get. The best this time wa

struggling, insignificant banana plantations, but the jungle has so

ushes and trees a suggestion of low, joyous music, made, perhaps by bees and birds, but nevertheless it is there, an indescribable music. Johnny had enjoyed all this until he had begun to feel the need

reak the stem of a certain plant, then to catch in the hollow of his

n a jungle, so all he

l his mouth and his throat clicked when he swallowed, he had found himself by a sud

n balls. Johnny didn't call them that. He had called them grapefruit.

e. "Bitter, and me dying of thirst!" At

signed himself to hi

s beneath a heavily laden tree, had seized upon a gre

ad made up a wry face and thrust

had vanished. A gloriou

st need to get ripe, I suppose. Sugar would be an insult to su

lse had heard, for from somewhere above

ke forbidd

feet at once. "I-I didn't mean to steal

freckles and dark green dress so completely blended wit

a suggestion of a laugh in the

donkey?" Johnny l

uarter you'd only get a half a barrel. But even so, how are you going to carr

the house to meet her grandfather, Donald Kennedy. The grandfather, a great gray-bearded man with a store of knowledge that could come only from long study and many years in the jungle, had proven a find indeed. Johnny did not soon

re really almost paupers in the midst of their abundance. Many carloads of the

t. The reason, she supposed, was that her grandfather had two years before sold his crop to the owner of a tramp steamer. The great East Sea Fruit C

now. Jorgensen is the captain. He's anxious enough for a cargo. Came all this way for a cargo

ed upon him in s

know the ship. It's no use. We ha

h bananas," Jo

er has a contract to sell

Then of a sudden an inspiration came. Many times he had w

citedly. "That's it! Six han

n, he started for Guatemala City to see the man who o

night he found a sailing boat preparing to leave for Porte Barrios. At this port he caught a train for Gu

that land. He at once went about the task of finding the man and securing an interview. Having discovered the dapper, black-eye

and who was accustomed to inflict long periods of waiting and numero

that this ma

nt bananas!" J

any as you like." del Valle threw

ad, twenty thousand bunches." Johnny's fa

are contracted for, as you should k

ohnny exclaimed eagerly. "

ssion. "Six hands! Here, take this crazy youth to ja

prang into action. Ten minutes later Johnny found himself inside looking out, and the wind

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