I said, “S—lap! There goes another.”
“Bzzzzzz—sl—ap!” Gee whiz, that was all I could hear. We looked like a class in physical training.
“Come on inside,” I said. “This is getting terrible.”
It wasn’t so bad inside with the doors and windows shut. We chased some of them out and killed a lot of others. It was our lives against theirs.
“Don’t give them any quarter,” one fellow shouted.
“Don’t give them even a dime,” I said.
“Don’t give them a cent,” Pee-wee shouted, slapping at them right and left.
Talk about the Huns! Oh, boy!
After a terrible massacre we got most of them out of the car. Then we sat down to talk about what we had better do. We were in a pretty bad fix, that was sure. It looked as if that was the end of our dear old car, anyway for a meeting place in the summer, because we couldn’t stand against an army of several million billions. A scout is brave, but——
It was quite late in the afternoon and we were getting hungry. The mosquitoes had finished their supper. I hope they enjoyed it. Pretty soon it began to rain outside and the wind began to blow. One good thing, it blew the mosquitoes away. That hour or so that we spent in the car behind closed doors is known in scout history as the Siege of Cat-tail Marsh. And, believe me, we didn’t like it very much. I’m not so stuck on history anyway.