This insured quiet for them until they were able to endure noise once more.
"You'll be amazingly busy until the president gets here, I take it," remarked Bushrod, another college boy, without glancing up from his drawing table.
"Yes," drawled Tom, with a smile.

"When you get time to breathe look out of the door and see what I'm doing." Tom walked over to his favorite seat, a reclining camp chair that he had placed under a broad shade tree.

Seating himself, the cub chief opened a novel that he had borrowed from one of the college boys.
"It looks lazy," yawned Tom, "but what can I do?
I've hustled the corps, but I'm up with them to the last minute of work they've done.

There is nothing more I can do until they bring me more work.

I might ride out and see how the fellows are coming along in the field, but I was out there yesterday, and I know all they're doing, and everyone of their problems.