Then he dragged his helpless body after him to safety,
where he sank in a heap to rest.
"Jud, it's a good thing I went in there first," he said. "Heavy as you
are, you'd a-been at the bottom by now, if there _is_ any bottom."
Mickey's gaze travelled slowly over his lumpy, purple frame, and then he
looked closely at the others. "Why them stingers must a-give about all of
it to me," he commented. "I don't see any lumps on the rest of you."
"Oh we are used to it," scoffed Jud. "They don't show on you after you get
used to them. 'Sides most all mine are on my head, I kept 'em off with the
bushes."
"So did I," chimed in Sam and Junior with one voice.
"I guess I did get a lot the worst of it," conceded Mickey. "But if they
only stung your heads, it's funny you didn't know where to put your mud!"
"Well I'll tell you," said Jud earnestly. "On your head they hurt worst of
all. They hurt so blame bad, you get so wild like you don't know where you
_are_ stung, and you think till you cool off a little, you got them all
over.
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