The bees seemed to drop by scores right out of the
air upon him. He started to run. The old woman began to shriek, and the
boy commenced again to jangle the bell.
"You've got the queen!" howled the old man. "Jest keep still a minute!
You have got the queen!"
"Is this a card-game?" drawled Browning.
"Lew Veazie is the little joker this time!" droned Dismal.
"That's because he is so sweet!" declared Bink. "Don't you know the boy
said these are honey bees? They're going to carry Veazie away and turn
him into honey and the honey comb."
"If you talk that way I'll have to swear off on honey!" exclaimed
Browning, with a wry face.
"Hold on! Jest hold on!" the farmer was begging.
Veazie started to run, and the farmer reached out a hand for the purpose
of detaining him.
"They ain't stingin' you!" he insisted. "Jest keep your hands down and
keep still an' they won't do a thing to you!"
"Oh, they won't do a thing to him!" howled Danny.
Veazie dropped flat to the ground.
"Jest hold on!" begged the farmer. "Jest hold on! They're lightin' round
the queen!"
Then he dipped his big hand into the pail and began to ladle out the
water and drench the bees with it, while the old woman flailed with the
roll of cloth to keep them away from her, and the farmer's boy, dancing
up and down in his excitement, jangled the bell like an alarm clock.
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