seven o'clock
With a merry laugh Tom ran off ; and that was the last seen or heard of him that night . Before retiring Dick gave his wounded head another application of liniment , and in the morning he was gratified to find that much of the soreness was gone . The cuts , of course , remained , and he bound these up with extra strips of adhesive plaster . The three lads had an early breakfast , and by half-past seven o'clock were in the touring car , bound for Rayville . `` How are you going to get the biplane back here , even if you do find it ? '' questioned their uncle , before they started off . `` I do n't know , '' answered Dick .