"Well, I should say it wasn't a joke, Landy!" he exclaimed.
"But what's the matter with me, Elmer; tell a fellow, won't you?" pleaded the afflicted one.
"Why, you're poisoned, that's what!" declared Elmer.
Landy immediately let out a whoop; but although he was undoubtedly frightened, it seemed as though his face could not possibly turn white, as might have been expected under the circumstances.
"Me poisoned!" he exclaimed. "Oh, whatever do you mean, Elmer!" he cried, laying a puffy hand on the sleeve of the other's outing shirt, which he had rolled up above his elbow in order to have greater freedom in his movements.
"You've been foolish enough," Elmer went on with grave concern in his voice, "Landy, to handle that rank stuff, poison ivy, and then rubbed your hands all over your face. You've got a dose, all right, I'm afraid!"
CHAPTER II.
SIGNS OF TROUBLE AHEAD.