"Great head! Anything for panther bites and bear hugs?"
"And now, Havens," interrupted Bob, "we want to know how this happened."
"Well, I came across an old hollow tree back there—bees hang out in such places, you know."
"Do they?" said Dick, with tremendous sarcasm.
"As luck would have it, my hatchet fell plumb in the hole—then I strolled over to tell you about it."
"Next time, Jim," said Dave, "you have our permission to do all your strolling in the opposite direction. But," he added, brightening up, "maybe there's some honey over there."
"Light some pine-knots, and we'll soon find out," said Havens.
His directions were put into effect, and in a few minutes they reached the hollow tree.
Havens began operations by hurling a stone.
"Watch 'em," he said.