“Why in thunder don’t you get up and hustle like the rest of us?”
“There’s no use in everybody working.”
“Oh, there isn’t, eh? Well, that’s a good one! There’s plenty for a chap to do if he only wants to look for it. Come—get up, Larry. Start the fire going.”
“No, thanks,” drawled Larry, with a shake of his head. “Don’t think Dick Travers’d like it.” His eyes began to twinkle. “When Dick gets all the kindlings together I won’t mind puttin’ a match to ’em.”
“You haven’t done a blessed thing since you’ve been with us,” stormed Tom. “You’re always sitting around waiting for grub to be served.”
“Mercy! Just listen to the boss!”
“It makes me tired. On a camping-out trip the work ought to be divided equally. Be sensible, Larry. I’m willing to do my share, but I want to see every other chap do his.”
“Don’t waste so much time, Tom. Talk to Dave. He’s loafin’.”
“Aren’t you going to give us a hand then?”
“I sort o’ think it isn’t worth while.”