"OO!" An earsplitting crack was followed by a mosquito-like voice singing in the wilderness.
"Hullo!"
"Hullo!"
"This is Pike."
"This is Possum. H-hullo, Pike!"
"Hullo, Possum!"
"I say, look here, the General w-wants to know" (here he paused to throw a dark hidden meaning into the word) "what time—it—is."
"What time it is?"
"Yes, what time it is! It. Yes, what time it is"—repeated fortissimo ad lib.
"Eleven thirty-five."