"'Steady! Steady!' he kept saying. I heard him through the
shooting, burning pains, and it saved my reason. At last it didn't
seem as if I could take another step.

"'Let go!' I cried, trying to get my hand loose; but he dragged me
on.

"'In a minute,' said he; and all at once I felt the earth under my
feet.

"I wasn't so far gone but I gave the hand I'd been holding a grip
that squeezed the fingers together. It was all the thanks I could
offer just then. Lancy squeezed back. Then everybody turned to and
helped fight the bees off us.

"It was weeks before I got over those stings. Lancy had suffered,
too, but of course not so badly. I don't know that he ever knew why
I gripped his hand so hard. I was too much ashamed to tell him of
the grudge I'd held. But I do know that after that I looked on him
as one of my best friends. He'd saved my life, and a friend can't
do much more for you than that."



THE INTELLIGENCE OF ANTS

By Sir John Lubbock

The subject of ants is a wide one, for there are at least a
thousand species of ants, no two of which have the same habits. In