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which we might creep ; but none could be found. The 

 net was covered with scrambling bees. 



"Did all the bees drown?" I asked. 



"Probably," he answered. 



"Here's one on the ground that seems to be alive." 



We both lit beside the little fellow struggling to dry 

 himself. We approached and licked him all over, 

 and when he could fly Crip begged him to come home 

 with us, since his own colony had ceased to exist. 



Right gladly he followed us; but when we had 

 reached the entrance he seemed to realize the serious- 

 ness of daring to enter a strange hive. He drew back, 

 but we urged him, standing one on either side. Al- 

 most immediately, however, a guard scented him and 

 flew at him. Crip headed him off, but another quickly 

 attacked from the same quarter. He caught the 

 stranger, and it was all I could do to save him. When 

 we finally freed him of the advance guards, we said to 

 the stranger, "Run for your life!" 



We three rushed like mad into the hive and escaped 

 further interference, and never again was he questioned 

 as to his identity. 



He marched with us straight up to our cell, and 

 thenceforward he claimed it for his own. 



"What shall we call him?" I asked of Crip, when we 

 had left him to recover and were once more on our 

 way to the fields. 



"Let's see. Suppose we call him Buzz-Buzz." 



"Excellent!" I cried. 



So, Buzz-Buzz it was, then and ever after. 



Crip and I reached the entrance and looked about 

 us. Mountainous black clouds still frowned, and in 



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