"That you're stung! Eh, Stumpy, my lad?" cried Bart good naturedly, clapping his chum on the back. "Take your medicine like a man. You're stung good and proper. We thought your animals would be lonesome, so we added a few for luck. Pretty, aren't they?" and, at the sight of Fenn's bewildered face, Bart went off in a paroxysm of mirth, finally lying down on the ground outside the shack, and rolling over and over.