In all these three weeks we haven't done a tap of work.

We haven't studied, or read because we have no books.

We sleep, eat, and then sleep some more.

When we get tired of everything else we go out and trudge over the hills, being careful not to get too far, lest we run into the guns of Gato and his comrades, for undoubtedly Gato was turned loose as soon as he was lost to our sight.

We don't do anything like work, and we're not even arranging any work for the future.