He jerked his hand away and stuck his fingers into his mouth.
Then jumped up and began again to hop around.
"It run its stinger into my finger an inch!" he growled.
"Hold on! hold on!" the old man was howling.
"I'm holding on!' cried Rupert, smashing away at a handful of bees which
seemed to be settling down on him all at once.
"You're killing 'em!" screeched the old woman.
"Yes, we're killing 'em!" Skelding answered, flailing away as if he had
gone crazy. "I'd like to kill a million in a minute! I can't kill them
fast enough! I'd like to welt 'em with a club and smash a regiment at a
blow!"
Lew Veazie threw himself on the ground, drew his hat down over his head,
and began to kick and shriek.
"You're jest a tantalizin' 'em!" panted the farmer. Merriwell stopped
and laughed. The whole thing was too ridiculously funny for him to do
otherwise.
"They're swarmin'!" shouted the boy, rattling away with the bell as if
his life depended on it.
"Yes, I see they are!" howled Julian Ives. "They're swarming all over
me!"
"Don't hurt 'em!" the farmer begged. He was only a few feet away, and
panting on, almost breathless.
"Don't kill 'em!" whined the old woman. "They're my bees!"
Her words reached Lew Veazie. For a moment the kicking legs were
stilled, though the hat was not withdrawn.
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