Chunky had turned the tables on his tormentors most beautifully.
CHAPTER XII
INSECTS WIN THE BATTLE
The Rangers, slapping, scratching and fighting against the armies of
insects that were crawling over them, had finally got out of bed and
gone out of doors to sleep. But there was no rest there either.
Their bodies were covered with ants and fleas, all with
well-developed biters---and they bit!
At first the Rangers did not realize the trick that had been played
upon them. One who went back to the tent for his hat discovered the
burlap sack that had been used in the 'possum hunt. He brought it out,
holding it up before his companions. The Rangers eyed the bag, then
gazed at each other solemnly.
"Stung!" groaned Dippy.
"Bitten, you mean," answered Cad Morgan.
"Which one played that low-down trick on us?" demanded Pete Quash
angrily.
"I reckon it was Fatty," said Polly. "He's the one that would have
thought of a thing like that. I reckon there must have been a million
of those bugs crawling over me."
"I'll tell you what, fellows. Let's get Fatty out and tie the sack
over his head. We'll give him a dose of his own medicine," proposed
Dippy. "We can't stand for anything of this sort."
"Look here, boys," spoke up Cad. "Are you welchers? Can't you take
your medicine without squealing?"
"What do you meant" demanded Polly.
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