Dick groaned. "Nice way to make a book useful," he said. "What'll we do?"
"Pooh—you fellows haven't got any stings," broke in Havens. He held out his hands ruefully. "Must have been about a thousand buzzing 'round me. Honest—I couldn't handle them alone. Lucky I brought something to——"
"Oh, say that again," cried Dick, hopefully. "You brought something along, eh?—Quick!"
Jim dived for his canvas bag, and took out a bottle.
"Smells like a drug store," said Bob, "but dish it out."
In a few minutes the smarting was somewhat allayed.
"Jim, you have a head," said Dick, admiringly. "Did you expect this to happen?"
"Sure! Anything's liable to happen in the woods."
"What else have you?"
"Something for snake bites and poison ivy."