Until the ground is bare and void
Of all this grateful shade"
"And then the planter beans can plant
With plow, and hoe, and spade,"
finished Tom. "Beans would pay better than trees any day."
"Beans!" snorted Songbird in disgust. "What have beans to do with poetry?" and he walked ahead so that he might make up his verses without further interruption.
They soon found the ground getting very rough, and the tangle through which Sam and Dick had passed made them do not a little complaining.
"Mine cracious! How long vos dis to last, hey?" cried poor Hans as he found himself in a tangle from which he could not escape. "Hellup, somepody, oder I ton't vos git out of dis annyhow!"
"Hans is stuck on this brushwood," sang out Fred. "He loves it so he can't bear to leave it."
"This way, Hansy, my boy," came from Tom. '^NTow then, a long pull, a strong pull and a pull altogether!"
With might and main he hauled on the German boy's arm, and with a tearing sound Hans came loose and almost pitched forward on his face.
"Hi! hi! let go alretty kvick!" he bawled.
