half past eight
Percy made no reply . Walking unsteadily to his bunk , he lay down . There was no violin-playing in the cabin that night . At half past eight that night Camp Spurling was dark and quiet . Everybody was asleep but Percy Whittington . He lay in his bunk , wide awake and thinking hard , and his thoughts were far from pleasant . His face was still sore as a result of his battle with Jabe .