When they entered the cabin, Dick was diligently counting a beetle’s legs,—a process the animal seemed to resent. Ned, at a window, was staring at the falling shadows on the farther hills, and Jack, at the door, was deep in a gruesome book of adventures by sea and land.
The boys rose as Lyndsay entered.
“Gracious!” exclaimed Rose, observing their swollen faces. “You have not gotten off without honorable wounds.” Jack’s face was a testimonial of valor. “You seem to have found it lively.”
“It was galumptious.”
“What?” cried Rose.
“Oh, I wasn’t going to run. Those fellows, they ran. I think they’re—”
“What?” broke in Dick.
“None of that,” said Lyndsay. “I suppose the hornets did not have a very pleasing time.”
“They licked us,” said Ned.