Many of the men were outside their shacks or tents, smoking and waiting for turning-in time to come.
"Looks as orderly as a camp-meeting," declared Lieutenant Prescott.

"I'm glad to see, Tom, that you're for the decent camp every time." "The decent camp is the only kind that contains efficient workmen for engineering jobs," Reade answered dryly.
Presently they strolled out of camp, on the farther side.

This was what the young engineer really wanted to do---to vanish suddenly, in a fashion that would not be likely to be noted by hostile eyes.

Now Reade and his army chum proceeded softly, and without words.

Through the deep woods Tom was heading for the spot where he had found the magneto.
Sambo Ebony was at large, and Tom believed that other things than the magneto had been concealed at this spot.