Miss Dixon, who had come to watch the film being made, had, at the first alarm, gone far enough off so that they were in no danger of being stung.
The bees, in a big cloud, were flying slowly about the school, only a comparatively few having entered the window to rout the pupils. Suddenly Russ darted back into the building.
"What are you going to do?" asked Mr. Pertell, who was fretting over the spoiling of the school scene film.
"I'm going to get my camera," he called back over his shoulder. "I'm going to make a film of this. Look, there comes the bee man after his swarm."
Across the field came running several men, and one of them carried a dishpan on which he was vigorously beating with an iron spoon.
Another had a dinner bell which he clanged constantly.
"Great Scott!" cried Mr. Pertell, "What does all this mean?"
"They're trying to make the swarm settle, so they can put 'em back in a hive," explained Sandy. "You see, a swarm of bees is valuable this time of year. There's an old saying, 'a swarm of bees in May is worth a load of hay; a swarm of bees in June is worth a silver spoon; but a swarm in July ain't worth a fly.' That means a swarm in
