We were very close to Nature that night, but in the early morning still closer. I was awakened by the noise of Simpson talking, as I hoped, in his sleep. However, it appeared that he was awake and quite conscious of the things he was saying.
"I can't help it," he explained to Archie, who had given expression to the general opinion about it; "these bally wasps are all over me."
"It's your own fault," said Archie. "Why do you egg them on? I don't have wasps all over ME."
"Conf—There! I've been stung."
"You've been what?"
"Stung."
"Stung. Where?"
"In the neck."
"In the neck?" Archie turned over to me. "Simpson," he said, "has been stung in the neck. Tell Thomas."
I woke up Thomas. "Simpson," I said, "has been stung in the neck."