"I hope the shooting was good, Ham," said Snap, drily.
"Don't be afraid to bury yourself, Ham, if you feel like it!" added Shep.
"I—-I'll bury you!" stormed the unfortunate youth. "Oh, what a mess!" he groaned. "Dick, what shall I do?"
"I don't know," was the answer. "Only please keep away from me.
The—-er—-the odor makes me sick, really it does."
"Huh! I'm sick myself. I didn't know it was a skunk. Why didn't somebody warn me?"
"Take off your clothes and bury them," suggested Giant. "That sometimes takes the smell away."
"Oh, hang the clothes! I'll burn them up!" growled Ham. "What shall I do for myself?"
"Wash yourself with carbolic soap," suggested Shep.
"I haven't any."
"Then take a mud bath," came from Whopper. "After that use common soap, and you'll be rid of the worst of it."