"Well they sure do get down to business," he chattered, chilling from the
exquisite pain of a dozen yellow-jacket stings, one of which on his left
eyelid was rapidly closing that important organ. He bowed a willing head
for Jud's application of cold mud.
Finally they gathered up their poles and bait and again started toward the
lake. The day was warm, and there was little air in the marsh, and on the
swampy shore they followed. Suddenly Jud cried: "I tell you fellows,
what's the use of walking all the way round the lake? Bet the boats will
be taken when we get there! Let's cut fishing and go swimming right here
where there's a cool, shady place. It will be good for you Mickey, it will
cool off your stings a lot."
Mickey promptly began to unbutton, and the others did the same. Then they
made their way through the swamp tangle lining the shore at the head of
the lake, and tried to reach the water beside the tamaracks. Sam and
Junior found solid footing, and waded toward deep water. Jud piloted
Mickey to a spot he thought sufficiently treacherous, and said: "Looks
good here; you go ahead Mickey, and I'll come after you.
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