Six hours and a half of sleep are none too much for a young man engaged at hard drilling and other work.

The cadet, when his duties, permit, may, however, snatch a few minutes of sleep at any time through the day.

Cadets in camp quickly get the knack of making a few minutes count for a nap.
"It's going to be a good one," declared Greg, as the rain settled down into a monotonous drumming against the shelter flap over the tent.
"A long one, too," spoke Prescott hopefully.

"Greg, I actually believe that the wind is growing cool." "Don't speak about it," begged Greg.

"I'm superstitious." "Superstitious ?" "Yes; if a rain comes up just after dress parade and guardmount, then it'll keep up the rest of the evening, when we might be enjoying ourselves after a strenuous day of work.