Then she picked one of the knives from the bucket and handed it to him.
"All right, you get what you want," she said, "while I operate on the barrel." She set her feet firmly in the sand, swung the axe, and with a couple of deft strokes sliced off the top of the huge plant, and from the heart of it lifted up half a bucketful of the juicy interior, with her dipper.
"If we didn't have drink, here is where we would get it, and mighty good it is," she said, pushing down with the dipper until she formed a small pool in the heart of the plant which rapidly filled.

"Have a taste." "Jove, that is good!" said Donald.

"What are you going to do with it ?" "Show you later," laughed Linda.

"Think I'll take a sip myself." Then by a roundabout route they started on their return to the car.

Once Linda stopped and gathered a small bunch of an extremely curious little plant spreading over the ground, a tiny reddish vine with quaint round leaves that looked as if a drop of white paint rimmed with maroon had fallen on each of them.
"I never saw that before," said Donald.