"I'll pick 'em up when I come back on the trail." Rutter, like a good chief, saw to it that his two assistants and the chainmen were started on their meal ere he himself began.
In half an hour every morsel of food and the final drop of coffee had disappeared.
"Twenty minutes to loaf," advised Rutter, throwing himself on the ground and closing his eyes.

"I'll take a nap.

You'd better follow my example." "Then who'll call us ?" asked Tom.
"I will," gaped Rutter.
"Without a clock to ring an alarm ?" "Humph! Any real backwoods engineer can wake up in twenty minutes if he sets his mind on it," retorted Jack.
This was a fact, though it was the first that Tom or Harry had heard of it.
"See the time ?" called Rutter, holding out his watch.

"Twenty minutes of one.

I'll call you at one o'clock---see if I don't." In that fine air, with all the warmth of the noon hour, there was no difficulty in going to sleep.