The boys were overjoyed at recovering their fruit, and most of them were in favor of cracking two or three of the great nuts, and eating their contents in honor of the occasion, but the eldest boy dissuaded them.

“The good Captain,” he said, “has been very kind in endeavoring to take us back to our school, and still intends to keep up the search for dear old Apple Island.  The least we can do for him is to give him this fruit, which is all we have, and let him do what he pleases with it.  This is the only way in which we can show our gratitude to him.”

The boys turned their backs on one another, and each of them gave his eyes a little rub, but they all agreed to give the fruit to the Captain.

When the good old man received his present, he was much affected.  “I will accept what you offer me,” he said; “for if I did not, I know your feelings would be wounded.  But you must keep one of the nuts for yourselves.  And, more than that, if we do not find Apple Island in the course of the coming year, I invite you all to spend Christmas before last over again, with me at my son’s house.”

All that winter, the two ships sailed up and down, and here and there, but never could they find Apple Island.  When Christmas-time came, old Baragat went around among the boys and the crew, and told them it would be well not to say a word on the subject to the Captain, for his feelings were very tender in regard to spending Christmas away from his families, and the thing had never happened before.  So nobody made any allusion to the holidays, and they passed over as if they had been ordinary days.

During the spring, and all through the summer, the two ships kept up the unavailing search, but when the autumn began, Captain Covajos said to old Baragat:  “I am very sorry, but I feel that I can no longer look for Apple Island.  I must go back and spend Christmas before last over again, with my dearest son; and if these poor boys never return to their homes, I am sure they cannot say it was any fault of mine.”

“No, sir,” said Baragat, “I think you have done all that could be expected of you.”

So the ships sailed to the city on the west side of the sea; and the Captain was received with great joy by his son, and his grandchildren.  He went to the merchants, and told them how he had lost all their money.  He hoped they would be able to bear their misfortune with fortitude, and begged, as he could do nothing else for them, that they would accept the eight great nuts from the Fragile Palm that the boys had given him.  To his surprise the merchants became wild with delight when they received the nuts.  The money they had lost was as nothing, they said, compared to the value of this incomparable and precious fruit, picked in its prime, and still in a perfect condition.

It had been many, many generations since this rare fruit, the value of which was like unto that of diamonds and pearls, had been for sale in any market in the world; and kings and queens in many countries were ready to give for it almost any price that might be asked.