The Hunt for Four Brothers
“Frank said. Joe froze while Frank slowly lifted the bottom of Joe’s T-shirt away from his body.
“What next?” Joe asked.
Frank knew if he tried swatting the insects away, they would both get stung. “Let’s just stay still awhile, Joe,” Frank instructed.
A minute passed, then two. Then the first wasp flew away, followed quickly by a second and a third. Finally the last wasp took off.
“Into the inn!” Frank shouted, and the two boys rushed inside, closing the door behind them. “Wow, Joe—I can’t believe you didn’t get stung,” Frank said.
“I did get stung,” Joe said, lifting his shirt and showing Frank the white bump swelling on his shoulder blade. “I just didn’t move.”
Frank got a first-aid kit from Jen Haskell at the front desk. “This should take out some of the sting,” Frank said, rubbing ointment on Joe’s back. The public address system crackled to life and played canned bugle music, calling the guests to the first meal of the day.
“All this,”
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