"But _oh_! Uncle Andy, your poor eye is just dreadful.

Oh-h-h!" "Yes, they _have_ been getting after me a bit," agreed Uncle Andy, dealing firmly with his own assailants, now that the Babe was all right.

"But this jab under the eye is the only one that matters.
Here, see if you can get hold of the sting." The Babe's keen eyes and nimble little fingers captured it at once.
Then Uncle Andy plastered the spot with a daub of wet, black earth, and peered over it solemnly at the Babe's swollen ear.

He straightened his grizzled hair, and tried to look as if nothing out of the way had happened.
"I wish I'd brought my pipe along," he muttered.

"It's over there by the rock.