"Bring us some." "_Caballeros_, you shall be served with the speed at which the eagle flies!" exclaimed the servant.

With a separate bow to each he withdrew, softly closing the door after him.
"Now Harry, let's hustle into some clothes," urged Tom.

"Since we are to eat here mine clothes will be the thing.

Hustle into them!" Bred in the ways of the camps, ten minutes later Tom and Harry were washed, dressed and otherwise tidy in every respect.
"I've a mind to go outdoors and get some glimpses of the scenery for a few minutes," Harry hinted.
"Don't think of it.

You don't want to come back to a cold breakfast." So both seated themselves, regretting the absence of morning newspapers.
Then the time began to drag.