"Half-past eight," he said. "Wonder how long we are to be kept here?"
"Don't ask me, I was never good at conundrums," answered Phil, lightly. Plenty to eat had put him in a good humor. "Maybe till morning, Dave."
"It's a shame to make you eat without a fork, Phil."
"I shan't stay here until morning—without a bed or coverings."
"What will you do?"
"Go up to the dormitory—after all the lights are out."
"Good! Wonder why I didn't think of that?"