"I'd like to kill a million in a minute! I can't kill them fast enough! I'd like to welt 'em with a club and smash a regiment at a blow!" Lew Veazie threw himself on the ground, drew his hat down over his head, and began to kick and shriek.
"You're jest a tantalizin' 'em!" panted the farmer.

Merriwell stopped and laughed.

The whole thing was too ridiculously funny for him to do otherwise.
"They're swarmin'!" shouted the boy, rattling away with the bell as if his life depended on it.
"Yes, I see they are!" howled Julian Ives.

"They're swarming all over me!" "Don't hurt 'em!" the farmer begged.

He was only a few feet away, and panting on, almost breathless.
"Don't kill 'em!" whined the old woman.