Songbird, or the rattlers will be after you. They love music and poetry, you know."
"Rattlesnakes! Horrible!" shuddered Songbird. "That's enough to drive the poetry out of a fellow for a week."
"Do you think there are any rattlers here?" asked Sam.
"I ton't vos afraid of raddlesnakes alretty," put in Hans. "I vos know a fine vay to kill dem," and his mild eyes began to twinkle.
"What's the way, Hans?" asked Tom.
"First, you got some poison in a pottle."
"Yes."
"Den you go py der voots till you come py Mr. Raddlesnake."
"All right, proceed."
"Den you got dot Mr. Raddlesnake py der neck, oben his mouth und put der boison on der insides. In an hour, Mr. Raddlesnake vos so dead like tiefer vos alretty."
"Sold! That's the time Hans caught you, Tom!" exclaimed Sam, and set up a roar.
"Yah, I vos chust vaiting to cotch you, Tom," and now the German youth joined in the hilarity.
"All right, that's one on me," said Tom. "My move next," he added, but under his breath.
"There's a rattlesnake now!" yelled Fred a moment later, and all gave a jump, Hans as lively
