"Yes, I know even now how a dog feels when you squirt some of this stuff in his eyes with those little ammonia pistols," Lub remarked.
The process was continued until Ethan arrived with the clay.
This was fastened on the best way possible by the use of Lub's big red bandanna handkerchief.
Phil had insisted on taking a snap shot of the victim of the hornets before he had his face bound up. He also got another view after this operation had been completed.
"I'm doing this partly for your own good, Lub," he explained. "Perhaps it'll make you feel bad to see how pride always swells before a fall. But then it's going to be a valuable lesson to you."
"And you'll never kick again before you're dead certain what kind of a puff-ball it is, because some happen to be inhabited," X-Ray told him.
As Lub would very likely not be fit for anything during the rest of that day, Phil took charge, while the rival fishermen were out in the canoe.
All the while he enjoyed having the little girl around. She seemed like a real ray of sunshine.
"Whatever will we do without her, Phil, if her father blows in here any time and carries her off?"
Lub said this in a muffled tone, for he was tied up good and fast, but he meant every word of it.