"They're going out to hunt a new hive.

We've been follerin' 'em." Then Lew Veazie began to bellow again, more frantically than ever.

A large crowd was gathering, men hurrying from all directions, Merriwell and his friends had arrived on the scene.
"Ow-wow!" Veazie shrieked.

"They're worthe than ever!" For a few seconds he had not been troubled except by the stings previously given, which pained intensely.

Merriwell looked down and saw a big bunch of bees gathering along the top of Veazie's collar at the back.
"They're killing me!" Veazie screeched, rubbing a hand into this mass and leaping to his feet.
But the pile grew.