Then Lew Veazie, who had been rubbing his injured leg and looking
surprisedly and dubiously about, leaped to his feet with another howl
and went dancing off from his friends.
"Felloth, it ith hornets!" he shrieked, beginning to fight and slap with
his cap and his hands. "Ow! wow! They're thtinging me to death! Help me,
thomebody!"
"Hornets!" shrieked Ollie Lord, leaping up and following his chum.
"Fellows, the air is full of them!"
Tilton Hull began to dig fiercely at his high collar.
"There is one down my neck!" he screeched.
He recklessly tore the collar away and began to dig with his nails in a
wild search for the thing that had stung him, and which he fancied he
felt boring its way still farther down his back. Julian Ives took his
hand from his hip and slapped it against his breast, where a red-hot
lance seemed to have been driven with torturing suddenness. Then he
began to tear away his beautiful necktie and to recklessly rumple his
gorgeous shirt front.
"This is awful!" he exclaimed. "Where are the things coming from? The
air is full of them! Wow! Another struck me in the arm!"
Lew Veazie was rolling over and over. Their outcries attracted the
attention of Merriwell and his friends, and also the attention of a
number of others who had come upon the grounds.
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