"What time have you, now, for a rest ?" "I can spare the time to stretch and yawn," laughed Dick.

"If I am capable of swift work, after that, I may indulge in two yawns." "Look out, or you'll get skinned for being late at dinner formation," warned Greg.
There was, in truth, no time for fooling.

These cadets, and their comrades, had reached camp just on the dot of time.

But now they had precious few minutes in which to cleanse themselves, brush their hair and get into white duck trousers and gray fatigue blouses.
The call for dinner formation would sound at the appointed instant and they must be ready.
Sound it did, in short time, but it caught no one napping.
Nearly everyone of the young men in camp had just returned from a forenoon's work, and hot and dusty at that.
But now, as the call sounded, every member of three classes stepped from his tent looking as though he had just stepped from an hour spent in the hands of a valet.
Not one showed the least flaw in personal neatness.

Moreover, the tents which these cadets had just quitted were in absolute order and wholly clean.