woods. But there was no Coonie waiting for him. He walked around the
tree several times to make sure and then mounted a nearby stump. The
woods were very quiet save for the droning of insects, and the sun that
shone between the leaves beat down very hot. Before Chuck knew it he
had fallen asleep at his post.

When Coonie came trotting up and saw Chuck perched there fast asleep he
said to himself: "What a fine chance to play a trick." So he picked a
long blade of grass with a feathery end and crept up from behind so
carefully that not a twig cracked. When he was within arm's reach he
tickled poor Chuck way up his nose.

Chuck waked with a start and bounded right into the air, landing at some
distance off. He had no idea that someone had played a trick on him.

"What ails you, Chuck?" Coonie cried, running up, with a friendly,
anxious expression on his face, for Chuck was almost sneezing his head
off.

"Guess--a--nasty old--fly--crawled up--my--nose," Chuck managed to get
out between sneezes.

"Too bad, old chap," said Coonie, giving him a friendly pat on the
shoulder. "Come along with me and we'll get some honey, and that will
make you feel better." Still sneezing, Chuck trotted off with Coonie
across the fields.

When they reached Farmer Jones' barnyard everything seemed very quiet
and sleepy around there.

"Is that where the honey is kept?" whispered Chuck, as Coonie took a
peep in at the barn-door.

"No," answered Coonie, "I just wanted to see if the double-buggy was
there. It is not, and now I feel perfectly sure they have all gone to
town and taken the dog with them."

Then they felt quite safe. Very boldly they walked around to the gate in
the yard where Coonie said the honey was. "Hurrah," he cried, "someone
has left the gate open for us. They must have been expecting us!"

"I have never been in here before," said Chuck. "What are all those
square white boxes along the fence?"

"Those are called bee-hives," Coonie answered, a little proudly, to
think he knew so much. "The honey is kept inside."

"But how do we get at it?" asked Chuck. "Those little holes in front
look hardly big enough for me to get my paw through, much less my head
and shoulders."

"Oh," laughed Coonie, "how stupid you are! You just go up and knock very
loudly at the door and when a bee comes out, you ask if he hasn't
something to eat for a poor fellow, who has come a long way and is very
hungry and tired. But should he pay no a