The battle raged furiously, but at length, unable to withstand the onslaught, the insects suddenly buzzed away, leaving not a few of their number slain on the field.
"Oh, my—look at Bob's nose," snickered Dick.
"You ought to feel it."
"I'm satisfied with getting it in the neck;" and Travers tenderly placed his hand on a huge bump behind the ear.
"Three stings on one cheek is about enough, isn't it?" asked Dave.
"What did we ever do to you, Jim?" asked Bob, reproachfully. "It'll take a lot of explaining."
"Oh, I say," whispered Dick, "who's got that book—'First Aid to the Injured'? Trot it out, somebody."
"It's missing," said Dave.
"How's that?"
"Because nobody brought it."