Hodges looked at his watch carefully. “Eleven fifty-seven.”
“That’s pretty late for me to be up. I guess I better get a move on. See you in the morning.”
“Sure thing. Good night.”
Martin went over to the corner where Evans, the Major, and the Captain were singing.
“I think we’d better head back,” he said, catching Evans between songs. Evans shook his head. He was drunk.
“Hell no,” he said. “You go back if you want to. You go back.”
Martin shrugged and turned away. The Chief was in a crap game with an Indian skipper.
“Can’t leave now,” the Chief said, his eyes on the dice.
Martin picked up his parka and put it on.
“I think I’ll walk back,” he announced. Hodges was the only one who heard and he nodded as Martin turned to go.