midnight
The other two rifles were soon disposed of in the same manner . `` Let the rifles cook in the fire for an hour , '' smiled Reade , '' and the barrels will be too crooked for a bullet ever to get through one again . '' `` What are you going to do with the cartridges , though ? '' `` Fire a midnight salute with them , '' Tom answered briefly . `` Wait and you 'll hear some noise . '' Alf Drew cautiously approached camp when he felt the pangs of hunger . The cigarette fiend must have been satisfied , for Tom and Harry had already gotten the meal .