Dick nodded, and all hands, after Darry had thrown a few more sticks on the fire, went into the tent, undressed, donned pajamas and slipped in under a single thickness of blanket apiece, and lay there talking.
Yet it proved to be a case of gape and yawn.

One after another their eyes closed and more regular breathing started.
Dick Prescott was the last one to drop off.

Yet he had barely more than lost himself in slumberland when there came a blast so close at hand that, to the boys, it seemed as though they must have been blown from their cots.
"That was right up toward the road!" panted Dave Darrin, leaping from his cot barefooted and clad only in pajamas.

"Don't stop to dress.

Come on! Chase 'em!" "Go as far as you like!" chuckled Dick, stopping to pull on his shoes and fasten them, as did most of the others.