"Ah!" I exclaimed, suddenly enlightened. "I see your little game. Good! You propose to knock down the wasps' nest into the 'well,' and then poor Tim will just have to vacate."
"That's my idea."
"Great idea, too. But, look here! Are the wasps alive at this time of year?"
"They are this year. We've had such a wonderfully warm season that they are just as brisk as ever."
"Well, but there's another thing: how are you going to do it? You can't get at it: the rocks are too straight-up-and-down; and you can't come near enough to knock it off with a stone. How are you going to do it?"
The young fellow smiled and patted the stock of his gun.
"Shoot it down!" I exclaimed. "Do you think you can? It won't be any use plugging it full of holes, you know; you'll have to nip off the little twig it hangs on. Can you do that?"
"I think I can."
"All right, then, fire away and let's see."