Dazed and contrite, she followed him
meekly back into the herd.
The place was on the edge of a meadow, at the beginning of what
looked like a grain field. Stopping here, Corrus threw a hand to his
mouth and gave a ringing shout. Immediately it was answered,
faintly, by another at a distance; and then Van Emmon made out the
form of Rolla among some huts on the other side of the grain. She
beckoned toward the herdsman, and he took a half-dozen steps toward
her.
Just as abruptly he stopped, almost in mid-stride. Simultaneously
Van Emmon heard a loud buzzing in either ear. Corrus was being
warned. Like a flash he dropped his head and muttered: "Vey well. I
will remember--next time." And trembling violently he turned back to
his cows.
"Well," remarked the geologist, when the four "came out" of their
seance, "the bees seem to have everything their own way. How can we
help the humans best? Hurry up with your idea; I'm getting sick of
these damned poisoners."
The doctor asked if the others had any suggestions.
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