"I hope the shooting was good, Ham," said Snap, drily.
"Don't be afraid to bury yourself, Ham, if you feel like it!"
added Shep.
"I---I'll bury you!" stormed the unfortunate youth. "Oh, what
a mess!" he groaned. "Dick, what shall I do?"
"I don't know," was the answer. "Only please keep away from me.
The---er---the odor makes me sick, really it does."
"Huh! I'm sick myself. I didn't know it was a skunk. Why didn't
somebody warn me?"
"Take off your clothes and bury them," suggested Giant. "That
sometimes takes the smell away."
"Oh, hang the clothes! I'll burn them up!" growled Ham. "What
shall I do for myself?"
"Wash yourself with carbolic soap," suggested Shep.
"I haven't any."
"Then take a mud bath," came from Whopper. "After that use common
soap, and you'll be rid of the worst of it."
"I suppose you think you've got the laugh on me," grunted Ham Spink.
He was about as angry and helpless as he could be.
"Oh, we are weeping for you, Ham!" said Shep. "Come on, fellows!"
and he started off and soon his friends followed him.
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