In a moment I noticed that half a dozen bees had lit in the open box.
'Lord Harry! here's honey bees,' said he, as he covered the box so as to keep them in, and tumbled everything else into the basket.

'Make haste now, Willie, and follow me with all yer might,' he added.
In a minute he let out one of the bees, and started running in the direction it flew.

It went but a few feet and then rose into the tree-top.
'He's goin' t' git up into the open air,' said Uncle Eb.

'But I've got his bearins' an' I guess he knows the way all right.' We took the direction indicated for a few minutes and then Uncle Eb let out another prisoner.

The bee flew off a little way and then rose in a slanting course to the tree-tops.