as a hundred blaces. Hellup me, somepotty! Dis vos der vorse yet alretty! Git avay, you hornets! I gif you fife dollars to git avay!"
"Ride off, Hans," called out Fred. "Don't stay near the hornets' nest. It will only make it so much the worse for you."
Thus advised, Hans backed and started off. But, instead of going off by himself, he rode directly into the crowd.
"Hi, you, keep away!" sang out Tom, and then, as a hornet alighted on his nose, he went on: "Whow! Haven't you any sense?"
"Anypotty vot vonts dem hornets can haf dem, free of charge, mit drading stamps drown in," answered Hans. "Git avay!" and he rode on.
"The cheek of him!" put in Fred, who was also bitten. "We ought to drive him back into the hole."
"Not on mine life!" said Hans. "I vos so stung now I can't see mine eyes out of, ain't it!"
All lost no time in getting away from the vicinity of the hornets' nest, and presently the pests left them and went back to the hole, to see what damage had been done.
"This is an experience I didn't bargain for," said Songbird, who had been stung in the cheek.
"Maybe you'd like to make up some poetry
