"Mine clothes vos most tore off of me." He felt of his trousers and the back of his jacket. "Too pad! Da vos full of vinders now!"
"Never mind, Hansy, you need the openings for ventilation," returned Tom smoothly.
"Vendilations, hey? Vot you know about him, hey? I vos look like a ragpickers alretty!" And he surveyed the damaged suit dubiously.
"Now is the time to have your picture taken," suggested Fred. "You can send it to your best girl, Hans."
"I ton't vos got no girls."
"Then send it to your grandma," suggested Tom blandly. "Maybe she'll take pity on you and send you a new suit. That would suit, wouldn't it?"
"I ton't vos do noddings, but ven ve go to camp again, I make you all sit town und blay tailors," answered the German boy; and then the whole crowd pushed forward as before.
They had to cross a tiny brook, and then began to scramble over some rather rough rocks. This was hard work for the horses, and a consultation was held regarding the advisability of leaving them behind.
"I would do it in a minute," said Tom. "But it may not suit us to come back this way."
"Yes, and we may need the horses to ride away
