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ing to make sixty miles an hour, Harry," said 

 Ben at the end of a longer chase than usual, 

 after which we both stood panting. 



" That is about what a bee makes when she 

 is lining it out for home. Last year they 

 raced some bees with carrier pigeons, and the 

 bees came in ahead. They sprinkled dust on 

 their wings so they could be sure that it was 

 the same bees that won out." 



The eight or ten bees that we had captured 

 took us about a mile and near to the deep 

 woods. 



The last one that we let out flew back in 

 just the opposite direction from that which 

 the other bees had taken. 



" We have gone past the tree," said Ben, 

 " and it can't be a great way off." 



Ben again opened the box containing 

 honey, and we sat down upon a knoll to wait 

 for developments. 



In the course of a minute or two a bee came 

 for the sweet which she had evidently smelled. 



When she had eaten her fill she did not 

 circle about as the bees had done when we first 



