32 THE SWISS FAMILY ROBINSON
stopper unscrewed ; then the contents of the bottle burst upwards, hissing and frothing like champagne.
' Bravo, Mr. Fritz!' I cried. ' Your milk has turned to wine ; don't let it make you tipsy.'
' Oh, taste it, father, taste it! it is quite nice ; not the least like vinegar ; it is rather like wine: its taste is sweet, and it is so sparkling ! Don't you think it is good ? If all the milk turns like this, it will be even better than I thought.'
Soon after this we reached the place where we had left our gourd dishes upon the sand ; we found them perfectly dry and as hard as bone, so we added them to our loads and trudged on.
Scarcely had we passed through the little wood in which we had lunched when Turk dashed into the middle of a troop of monkeys, and seized one of them who held a young one in her arms. Before we could stop him he had killed her.
Fritz flew to prevent the deed. He lost his hat, and threw down all he was carrying, but he was too late to save the monkey.
However, the young one, who was quite unhurt, sprang nimbly on his shoulders, and fastened its feet in his curly hair ; nor could the squalls of Fritz nor all the shaking he gave it make it let go its hold.