Out flew the hornets in every direction.

Some of the little boys cried out with the pain from the stings of the hornets on their unprotected limbs--but the cries of Shame! shame! from one of the old men soon recalled them to their duty, and they marched up again not a whit discomfited.

Good Road cheered them on.

"Fight well, my warriors," said he; "you will carry many scalps home, you are brave men." It was not long before the nest was quite destroyed, and then the old men said they must take a list of the killed and wounded.

The boys forced a loud laugh when they replied that there were no scalps taken by the enemy, but they could not deny that the list of the wounded was quite a long one.