But Matt was already stealing away.
"Let him go," directed Chick-chick. "Bees are all buzzing 'stung' they are. But no stinger in me."
After that, no one cared further what the tree held. They rushed back to camp, for the dinner hour was upon them and their appetites were brisk from their swim.
Dinner was almost ended when Chick-chick, who was acting as a waiter, was called to the end of the table where the scoutmaster sat with Will Spencer.
"Mr. Spencer is wondering about Glen Mason," said Mr. Newton. "He hasn't come in, yet, for dinner. Was he at the swim?"
"No, sir. I haven't seen Brick since morning."
The scoutmaster rose to his feet.
"Mason has not appeared at dinner. Has any one seen him since ten o'clock?"
There was no answer; the boys waited in silence. At last Chick-chick held out a crumpled sheet of paper.
"I haven't seen him, but here's what found near tree where Matt thought he'd found bee tree," he explained.