“We don’t need any practice games,” commented one of the boys.
“We have had real practical practice,” explained their leader.
“I should judge you had,” said Miss Helpem, looking over the group. “Do tell me what happened.”
“When we left here, we started on a hike to the river,” went on the leader, “and after we had rested a little while, we began a game of baseball. Tom Holden was catcher, and somehow when he leaned over to fasten his shoe, bang! the ball went into his eye—an accident, of course.”
“I Held My Finger in It”
“At first I thought it had put my eye out,” said Tom, “but the fellows used ‘first aid’ immediately.”
“I never saw a ‘black eye’ look better,” praised the assistant nurse. “You must have had good treatment.”
“Next,” continued the leader, “I raised a blood blister on my finger, splitting kindling wood for a camp fire. The fellows made some water hot on the fire, and I held my finger in it—but if it hadn’t been that we were ‘first aiders,’ I wouldn’t have noticed a little thing like that.”
“And last of all,” said Ibee Brave, “I stepped into a hornets’ nest!”