THE YELLOW PERIL IN HIVELAND 175 
behind, at length she wins out into the open, and, 
with a final desperate effort, tumbles the wasp over 
the edge of the footboard down into the grass 
below. Yet this is not enough. The victory must 
be celebrated in the old warrior fashion. Rent and 
bleeding and exhausted as she is, she finds she can 
still fly. And up into the mellow sunbeams of the 
October morning she sweeps, giddily and uncer- 
tainly, piercing the air with her shrill song of 
triumph. Through the murmurous quiet of the 
bee-garden, it rings out like a cry in the night. 
