By George! A forest fire is a tremendous problem, once the conflagration attains any size.

We worked like galley slaves all night long, with absolutely no respite.

Fred, by the way, is still working like a demon." While Kate was hurrying lemons and sugar into a pitcher, the professor reclined his work-wearied body upon the pine needles and cast hungry glances toward the hammock.

He cleared his throat loudly once or twice, and soliloquized aloud: "By George! I wish I could stretch out comfortably somewhere." But Marion did not hear him--apparently being asleep; though the professor wondered how one could sleep and at the same time keep a hammock swinging with one's toes, as Marion was doing.

He cleared his throat again, sighed and inquired mildly: "Are you asleep, Marion ?" Getting no answer, he sighed again and hitched himself closer to the tree, so that a certain protruding root should not gouge him so disagreeably in the side.
"Shall I fix you something to eat, Douglas ?" The voice of Kate crooned over him solicitously.