A quarter of an hour passed.

Still Joanne did not appear.

Aldous scratched his head dubiously, and looked at the tent.
"I don't want to disturb her, Mac," he said in a low voice.

"Let's keep up the bluff of being busy.

We can put out the fire." Ten minutes later, sweating and considerably smokegrimed, Aldous again looked toward the tent.
"We might cut down a few trees," suggested MacDonald.
"Or play leap-frog," added Aldous.
"The trees'd sound more natcherel," said MacDonald.