Walls and ceiling, like the floor, were of pine boards.

There were shelves around two sides of the room, with clothing hooks underneath.
Under the window was a desk, with a cot to one side; the rest of the furniture consisted of two folding camp chairs.
Entering, Dick hung up his campaign hat on one of the hooks, Greg doing the same.

On account of the heat of the day neither young captain wore a tunic.

Each unbuttoned the top button of his olive drab Army shirt before he dropped into a chair.
"What do you think of the new K.O. ?" Dick asked, as he picked a newspaper up from the desk and started to fan himself.
"He means business," Greg returned.

"I am glad he does," Dick went on.