His eyes filled with injured tears.
Uncle Andy stared at him for a moment in grave reproof.

Then he, too, sprang up as if the boulder had suddenly grown red-hot, and pawed at his hair with both hands, dropping his pipe.
"Gee! I see why he fell down!" he cried.

The Babe gave another cry, clapped his hand to his leg where the stocking did not quite join the short breeches, and began hopping up and down on one foot.

A heavy, pervasive hum was beginning to make itself heard.
"Come!" yelled Uncle Andy, striking at his cheek angrily and ducking his head as if he were going to butt something.

He grabbed the Babe by one arm and rushed him to the fir thicket where the rabbits had been.
"Duck!" he ordered.