eleven o'clock
Johnny get your musket ! You must get it now ! '' And this ditty the lads sang over and over again as they leaped and swung in a circle around the bonfires . But all gala occasions must come to an end , and by eleven o'clock the bonfires were nothing but heaps of smouldering ashes , and then one by one the cadets returned to the Hall and retired . `` Well , Jack , it will seem kind of funny , wo n't it , to be at the head of the school battalion to-morrow morning ? '' questioned Gif , as he and the newly-elected major turned into the corridor leading to their rooms . `` Yes , Gif .