That tent was a wonder to behold, not only to Kalman, but also to French, who had a large experience in tents of various kinds.

Ten by twelve, and with a four-foot wall, every inch was in use.

The ground which made the floor was covered with fresh, sweet-smelling swamp hay; in one corner was a bed, neat as a soldier's; in the opposite corner a series of cupboards made out of packing cases, filled, one with books, one with drugs and surgical instruments, another with provisions.

Hanging from the ridge-pole was a double shelf, and attached to the back upright were a series of pigeon-hole receptacles.

It was a wonder of convenience and comfort, and albeit it was so packed with various impedimenta, such was the orderly neatness of it that there seemed to be abundance of room.
At the edge of the clearing Brown met them.
"Here you are," he cried.