"We've plenty of work, Mr. White. I could use a dozen boys right now," replied Bob. "We ought to have the timbers for the roof brought out, Uncle Joe. Couldn't you take the big tractor and the wagon and bring out a load this afternoon, while you are waiting for the corn planter to come?" "It wouldn't pay to run the tractor for just one wagon, Bob," said his uncle, "when it can haul two wagons at once." "There's something we forgot," said the banker; "you should have a good substantial truck around this place, one that will haul a real load, and I know where you can get a good one at about half price. Henry Smith, the man from whom you bought the auto, Joe, took it in trade for a motor truck recently. Call him up on the 'phone and tell him you want it--tell him you would like to have him put in a short tongue for a motor hitch. The truck has been used for hauling lumber and is just right for your work." As they were speaking, they saw Edith rushing across the barnyard waving her hat and shouting. She was more excited than Bob had ever seen her and had evidently been running for quite a distance, for she was so out of breath she could scarcely make herself understood. As she neared them, she exclaimed: "The bees, Bob--they're swarming!" "There, Bob, now you've a real job on your hands," laughed the banker. "If I weren't so afraid of them myself, I'd like to see you put them into the hive." "Well, I've never done it before, Mr. White," he replied, "but I think I can manage it." "Perhaps you better take Tony along to help you," suggested his uncle. "No, I'll take care of them myself, Uncle Joe," he replied, and started for the house to get his veil and smoker. When he arrived at the apiary, much to his surprise, not one but three of the colonies had swarmed. One had left the hive and alighted on an apple tree nearby, the second was just getting ready to leave, and the third was hanging outside in a way that showed they would soon be on the wing. Bob was so intent on his work that he was not aware that anyone was near him, until he heard a voice say: "Won't you let me help you, Bob; I'm not afraid of being stung." He looked up quickly, and there was Edith--her head concealed in a quickly constructed veil. She was wearing a white cotton blouse and she also had on a pair of kid gloves with the fingers cut off. "Aren't you afraid you'll get stung, Edith," said Bob. "I'm like yourself, Bob; I've never handled bees before, but I think they're the most interesting thing we have on the farm. I've been reading many books about them recently. Won't you let me help you?" "Yes, if you're not afraid, I'd be glad to have you," he replied, "for there's going to be two more swarms soon." They brushed off the swarm into a small box and carried it over to a new hive. As soon as the queen had entered, they left it there and went back to watch the second one.