In the fourth minute it became a big stick, and terribly sharp, so that he began to wonder if it would pierce right through him and make him a cripple for life.
He feared that perhaps Uncle Andy had never thought of a danger like this, and he felt that he ought to call attention to it.

But before he had quite made up his mind to such a desperate measure the fifth minute came--and with it the yellow-and-black wasp, which made the Child forget all about the stick in the moss.

The wasp alighted on the red, mosquito-bitten, naked skin above the top of the Child's sock, and then, sure enough, started to go exploring up under the leg of his knickers.

The Child felt nervous for a moment--and then triumphant.
He just saved himself from laughing out loud at the thought of how he had fooled the inquisitive insect.
And so passed the fifth and sixth minutes.

The seventh and eighth were absorbed in bitter doubts of Uncle Andy.