The old man paused and shook his fist in the direction of the sound.
After he had served the breakfast he climbed upon a stool, putting his eyes to the hole in the sloping roof and peering toward the road.
"Ah, the vermin!" he hissed.

"A regiment of their accursed infantry marching toward the front.

Oh, that your men and ours might kill them all this day!" "Give us time, and we'll do it," Tom promised unconcernedly.
After breakfast the two chums talked almost without stopping until it was time for luncheon.

In the afternoon Tom stretched, then walked toward the bed, declaring: "When one has no chance to exercise I believe sleep to be the next best thing, even extra sleep.

I believe that I can sleep until supper time.