П’ятнадцятирічний капітан

           Lessthanever,wouldhedepartfromhishabitualprudence,foraterriblesuspicionwasincrustedinhismind;buthedidnotwishtosayanythingyet.

           Theretiringtoresthadbeenmadeatthefeetofagroupoflargetrees.Fatigueaiding,Mrs.Weldonandherswerealreadyasleep,whentheywereawakenedbyagreatcry.

           "Eh!what’sthematter?"askedDickSand,quickly,whowasonhisfeetfirstofall.

           "ItisI!itisIwhohavecried!"repliedCousinBenedict.

           "Andwhatisthematterwithyou?"askedMrs.Weldon.

           "Ihavejustbeenbit!"

           "Byaserpent?"askedMrs.Weldon,withalarm.

           "No,no!Itwasnotaserpent,butaninsect,"repliedCousinBenedict.

           "Ah!Ihaveit!Ihaveit!"

           "Well,crushyourinsect,"saidHarris,"andletussleep,Mr.

           Benedict!"

           "Crushaninsect!"criedCousinBenedict."Notso!Imustseewhatitis!"

           "Somemosquito!"saidHarris,shrugginghisshoulders.

           "No!Itisafly,"repliedCousinBenedict,"andaflywhichoughttobeverycurious!"

           DickSandhadlitalittleportablelantern,andheapproachedCousin

           Benedict.

           "Divinegoodness!"criedthelatter."Beholdwhatconsolesmeforallmydeceptions!Ihave,then,atlastmadeadiscovery!"

           Thehonestmanwasraving.Helookedathisflyintriumph.Hewouldwillinglykissit.

           "Butwhatisit,then?"askedMrs.Weldon.

           "Adipter,cousin,afamousdipter!"AndCousinBenedictshowedaflysmallerthanabee,ofadullcolor,streakedwithyellowonthelowerpartofitsbody.

           "Andthisflyisnotvenomous?"askedMrs.Weldon.

           "No,cousin,no;atleastnotforman