"I'm as ready for a bath and clean clothing as any of you.

I like to wear old clothes---not soiled ones!" "If anyone happens to overhear us talking," laughed Hazy, "he'll think that we're all planning to take up prize fighting as our work in life." "I don't like to hear the officers of the Army and Navy scoffed at as a lot of idling, time-wasting dandies," Darry asserted.
"And I don't like to be accused of liking dirt on my clothes, just because I am going to be a civil engineer," Tom explained in a milder voice.
An ideal bit of green forest, at the edge of a limpid lake, appealed to Dick & Co.

as the noon stopping place.
"I've a good mind to fish," remarked Danny Grin.
"Go ahead, if you want to," Dick assented, "but we've got a lot of fresh meat that we simply must cook this noon, for it may not keep until night." "It would take you an hour or more, even though the fish bit readily, to catch enough fish to feed this little multitude," Tom remarked.
"I don't want to wait that long for my meal to-day." "I don't believe I want to wait, either," Dalzell agreed, and gave up the idea of fishing.
Luncheon went on in record time that morning.

It was not later than half-past eleven o'clock when they sat down to the meal, and but a few minutes past noon when the dishes were stacked up, ready to be washed.
"Whizz-zz!" whistled Dave, as the sounds made by a swiftly driven automobile reached their ears.

"Someone is hurrying to get his noon meal.