"We're not going to get this clean in time," said Andy.
Tim stirred from the chair and came over and helped. The light failed rapidly. The lamps were in the troop "treasure chest," and Don though a patrol leader, had not yet received a key to the locker.
"No use wasting any more time here," he said at last. "Let's do the windows."
"Maybe we have the walls all clean," said Andy. Ritter struck a match. By the feeble flame they looked intently, but could not be sure.
They did the windows. Tim was silent and apparently not anxious to attract attention to himself. It was almost dark when the last window had been finished.
"Could we try the walls again?" Bobbie asked.
"Too late," Don answered. "They may be all right. We'll know tonight, anyway. Everybody on time tonight, and everybody clean."
He walked off with Andy. The assistant patrol leader said after a moment:
"I think Tim's sorry now."
"What good does it do to be sorry now?" Don asked bitterly.