The Case of the Double Bumblebee Sting (7 page)

Chapter Twelve: History Seems to Repeat Itself, Doesn't It?

N
o, I didn't perish in the night, in case you were worried, and thanks for worrying. I'm glad somebody was worried about me.

I didn't perish in the night, but I didn't sleep so well either, because of all the stupid hicking. Take my word for it, the worst part of being snake­bit isn't the swelling or the pain or the drooling. It's the hiccups.

But I felt much better the next day, and the day after that I had returned to my normal, robust state of health. The swelling had pretty muchly gone down. I could talk like a normal dog, without drooling or sounding goofy.

And, thank goodness, the hiccups had passed—although I don't want to talk much about them, for fear they might . . .

Hic. Return.

See? You have to be very foxy with these
. I won't even say the word. The point is, they went away and I don't want them back.

Yes, by the third day of my recovery period, the snakebite and all its unpleasant aftereffects had become a distant memory. Had it actually happened to me, or had I merely dreamed the whole thing? Shucks, I felt so good that it didn't matter.

The very best part of feeling good was that I settled the score between me and Kitty-Kitty. You might recall that Pete had . . . well, he'd done something. I couldn't remember exactly what, but it had been serious enough that I'd held a grudge for three days.

And I'm not the kind of dog who goes around holding grudges for three days, even against cats, so that tells you that whatever Pete had done, it had been pretty derned serious.

Around ten o'clock that morning, I spotted him down by the yard gate. No doubt, he had gobbled down all the breakfast goodies and was waiting for someone to deliver the lunch scraps and lay them down between his paws.

Typical cat. Too lazy to walk three steps for his next meal, and we could forget about him catching mice in the feed barn or the machine shed. That required much too much effort, and never mind that catching mice was his mainest job on the ranch.

Your typical cat takes care of himself, fellers, and the rest of the world can go to blazes.

I could see, even at a great distance, that Pete needed a good thrashing. He was just lying there, see, getting fatter and worthlesser by the minute; purring, twitching the end of his tail, and playing with a cricket that had walked past.

We can be sure that Pete hadn't troubled himself to find the cricket. That would have required some effort.

So, feeling wonderful and wishing to settle an old score, I went creeping down to the yard gate on paws that made not a sound. At a distance of two feet from the end of his tail, I paused and initiated the procedure which we call, if you will for­give the heavy-duty technical terms, which we call “Kitty's Wakeup Call.”

ROOF, ROOF!

Hiss, reeeeer!

Heh, heh.

I loved it. It was a wonderful sight, watching Kitty turn wrongside-out and scramble up the nearest tree. It made my whole day. It made my whole week. It made me proud to be a dog.

But only moments later, my ears picked up the sound of an unidentified vehicle approaching headquarters from the north. I put fun and games behind me, switched into Scramble Mode, and went streaking out to intercept the villains who had . . .

Okay, relax. It was Slim and Loper, back from their big roundup adventure. They pulled down to the elm grove just west of the gas tanks, and guess who was the first to arrive on the scene and welcome them home.

Me.

I jumped up on Slim, licked his hand, sniffed out his boots and pant legs, and gave him a Big Howdy and Welcome Home.

“Well, pooch, the last time I seen you, your nose was about the right size to fill up a grease bucket. I guess you came through that tribulation okay.”

Oh sure. It was a piece of cake. No big deal at all. In fact, I had almost forgotten about it.

I was the first to greet the returning cowboys, but Little Alfred wasn't far behind. He came flying down the hill and threw himself into Loper's waiting arms. Sally May came next, carrying Baby Molly on her hip. She gave Loper a big hug and a kiss.

It was kind of a nice scene. Loper held Alfred and Sally May held Molly, and they all hugged each other at the same time, and Sally May said, “Aren't we happy to have Daddy back home with us?”

Then Loper said, “Well, hon, how'd it go?”

Her expression changed. One eyebrow shot up and an odd smile flickered across her mouth. “How'd it go? Where shall I begin?”

And she told the whole story of our trip to town in Slim's pickup. When she came to the part about being stopped by the police officer, Slim and Loper roared with laughter. Sally May didn't roar or laugh, but watched them with that same odd smile.

“Let's just say that leaving me with a snake­bitten dog and a totally illegal pickup was not a noble thing to do.” They got another laugh out of that. She let them laugh. “And let's just say that you will both pay dearly for your fun, and you can start the yard work as soon as you put up the horses.”

The laughter died. Slim and Loper were suddenly scuffing up dirt with their boots and jingling coins in their pockets.

At that point, I left the gathering and went on with my work. See, that pickup and trailer had been off the ranch for three whole days, and somebody had to trademark all eight of those tires. Otherwise . . .

Well, we didn't know what might happen, but those tires needed to be processed right away.

I was in the midst of that job when little Drover came streaking down the hill from the machine shed.

“Hank, oh my gosh, there you are!”

“That's correct, taking care of ranch business and feeling much better, thank you.”

“You're welcome. I mean, good. You do look better and you sound better too. I was sure worried about you for a while.”

“I'll bet. If you were so worried, why don't you pitch in and help me process these tires?”

“Well, okay, I guess I could.”

“And then we'll need to do a thorough patrol of ranch headquarters.”

“Sure, Hank, but there's something I've got to tell you.”

“Oh? It can't wait?”

“No, it's pretty important. You remember that cottontail rabbit you chased the other day?”

I ran that one through my data banks. “Rabbit. Oh yes, just west of the machine shed. He took refuge inside a pipe, as I recall.”

“That's the one. Well, he's there again. He's outside the pipe and
he wiggled his nose at me.
”

I froze. I studied the runt with eyes of purest steel. “A cottontail rabbit wiggled his nose at you?”

“Yes, he sure did, Hank, I saw it with my own eyes.”

“Well.” I stopped processing tires. “This is very serious, Drover, and I have an idea that we're fixing to get ourselves into some combat.”

“I knew you'd want to know.”

“Nice job, son. You were right.” I loosened up the enormous muscles in my soldiers. “Okay, I'll go in the first wave. You bring up the rear and guard our flanks. Come on, let's move out.”

And with that, we went streaking through the elm grove, past the gas tanks, up the caliche hill behind the house, past Kitty in the Tree . . .

And of course Kitty had some smart-mouth remark. What was it? Something about snakes. Nothing I needed to hear.

I went zooming up to the machine shed, and sure enough, there was Little Mister Wiggle His Nose, sunning himself on the gravel drive. My plan was to swoop in and cut off his avenue of escape. See, I knew that he'd try to make a dive into one of those pipes in the junk pile and . . .

And you might say that he did, cottontails are very tricky and it's almost impossible to get a clean shot at one, and through trickery and pure luck, he managed to dive into one of the pipes.

That was no big deal to me. I'm the dog who wrote the book on getting sniveling little rabbits out of pipes, and I went right to work.

“Drover, I'll bark on this end of the pipe. You bark on the other end.”

“Well, I guess . . . but you know, Hank . . .”

“That is a direct order. Do as you're told.”

“Yeah, but what about . . .”

I didn't have time to hear the rest of what he had to say. By that time, I had already set up a furious barrage of barking and had stuck my nose into the . . .

Buzz! Hiss! Swish!

. . . pipe which, hmmm, had obviously been taken over by a, uh, nest of bumblebees. And we needn't go into any more discussion about bumblebees, other than to say that their sting can be very, uh, painful.

And to say that the veterinarian had been more or less correct—I had indeed built up an immunity to, uh, bumblebee poison, and this experience proved to be quite a bit wess painfoo and unpwessant than the foost one.

Case cwosed.

No, wait. One last detail. That evening when Slim finished up his chores at headquarters, he climbed into his old pickup and turned the switch. It exploded! And we're talking about smoke and fire and whistles and bangs, and Slim holding his hat and making a dash for the house.

Pretty derned scary. I saw it all through . . . well, eyes that were somewhat narrowed by swelling.

Guess who was waiting at the yard gate, laughing and slapping her knees and watching the whole thing. You won't believe it.

Sally May.

Remember the day we came back from town? Stopped at the fireworks stand? And I'd thought that was odd?

Smoke bombs. She'd bought two smoke bombs and she'd hooked 'em up herself to the spark plugs on Slim's pickup.

I told you Sally May was dangerous.

Case closed.

And it was a bumblebee.

No kidding.

Further Reading

Have you read all of Hank's adventures?

1
The Original Adventures of Hank the Cowdog

2
The Further Adventures of Hank the Cowdog

3
It's a Dog's Life

4
Murder in the Middle Pasture

5
Faded Love

6
Let Sleeping Dogs Lie

7
The Curse of the Incredible Priceless Corncob

8
The Case of the One-Eyed Killer Stud Horse

9
The Case of the Halloween Ghost

1
0
Every Dog Has His Day

1
1
Lost in the Dark Unchanted Forest

1
2
The Case of the Fiddle-Playing Fox

1
3
The Wounded Buzzard on Christmas Eve

1
4
Hank the Cowdog and Monkey Business

1
5
The Case of the Missing Cat

1
6
Lost in the Blinded Blizzard

1
7
The Case of the Car-Barkaholic Dog

1
8
The Case of the Hooking Bull

1
9
The Case of the Midnight Rustler

20
The Phantom in the Mirror

21
The Case of the Vampire Cat

22
The Case of the Double Bumblebee Sting

23
Moonlight Madness

24
The Case of the Black-Hooded Hangmans

25
The Case of the Swirling Killer Tornado

26
The Case of the Kidnapped Collie

27
The Case of the Night-Stalking Bone Monster

28
The Mopwater Files

29
The Case of the Vampire Vacuum Sweeper

30
The Case of the Haystack Kitties

31
The Case of the Vanishing Fishhook

32
The Garbage Monster from Outer Space

33
The Case of the Measled Cowboy

34
Slim's Good-bye

35
The Case of the Saddle House Robbery

36
The Case of the Raging Rottweiler

37
The Case of the Deadly Ha-Ha Game

38
The Fling

39
The Secret Laundry Monster Files

40
The Case of the Missing Bird Dog

41
The Case of the Shipwrecked Tree

42
The Case of the Burrowing Robot

43
The Case of the Twisted Kitty

44
The Dungeon of Doom

45
The Case of the Falling Sky

46
The Case of the Tricky Trap

47
The Case of the Tender Cheeping Chickies

48
The Case of the Monkey Burglar

49
The Case of the Booby-Trapped Pickup

50
The Case of the Most Ancient Bone

51
The Case of the Blazing Sky

52
The Quest for the Great White Quail

53
Drover's Secret Life

54
The Case of the Dinosaur Birds

55
The Case of the Secret Weapon

56
The Case of the Coyote Invasion

57
The Disappearance of Drover

58
The Case of the Mysterious Voice

59
The Case of the Perfect Dog

60
The Big Question

61
The Case of the Prowling Bear