“Get in the water!” yelled a new voice. “Run for the lake and duck! That’s the only way to get rid of ’em!”
CHAPTER XVIII
ANOTHER TRY
The boys did not stop to see who gave the advice. It seemed good to follow, and they did. Regardless of their clothes, which were of light weight, easily dried, they ran toward the lake, wading in until it was deep enough to duck under.
As for Blake, he did not wait for that, but, wildly brushing his hands about his head, in he plunged, face foremost as soon as the water was up to his knees. And his head went well under.
“That’s the only way to get rid of hornets when they once take after you,” went on the voice of one who had given the good advice. “They can’t sting under water.”
The girls peered from the tent to see approaching one Reuben—his other name they had never asked. He worked for a near-by farmer, and had often brought butter, eggs and occasionally chickens, when the campers did not get them from the regular storekeepers.
“Oh, look how Reuben is dressed up!” exclaimed Mabel.
“He must be going to the circus, or somewhere,” added Alice.
“Probably he’s going to the ‘city’, wherever that is up here,” declared Marie. “Oh, but look at Jack!”