rags down-stream. He ran alongside 

 till the comb lodged against a shallow 

 place, then he plunged in again; the 

 wasps were drowned or too wet to be 

 dangerous, and he carried his prize 

 to the bank in triumph. No honey; of 

 course, that was a disappointment, but 

 there were lots of fat white grubs 

 almost as good and Jack ate till his 

 paunch looked like a little rubber bal- 

 loon. 



"How is that?" chuckled Lan. 



"The laugh is on us," answered ,... 

 Bonamy, with a grimace. < N 



