All the men appeared occupied too much for chatter and laughter.
What could be underneath the tent?
Seeing a boy occasionally lift one of the flapping corners, we took licence from his example to appease our curiosity.

It was the statue of a bronze horse rearing spiritedly.

The workmen were engaged fixing its pedestal in the earth.
Our curiosity being satisfied, we held debate upon our immediate prospects.

The difficulty of making sure of a bed when you are once detached from your home, was the philosophical reflection we arrived at, for nothing practical presented itself.

To arm ourselves we pulled out Miss Goodwin's paper.