midnight
Laughing , shouting , splashing , the campers sported in the water until all of a sudden a red canoe shot into their midst and the director of Camp Altamont , accompanied by two assistants , came in an advanced stage of breathlessness to find out what the matter was . They heard the noise and the splashing of water and thought some accident had occurred . `` No accident , thanks , only Camp Keewaydin stealing a march on old Father Time and turning night into day , '' Dr. Grayson called from the dock , and amid shouts of laughter from all around the messengers paddled back to their camp to assure the wakened and excited boys that nothing had happened , and that it was only another wild inspiration of the people at Camp Keewaydin . At midnight , when the bugle blew for dinner , everyone was as hungry as at noon , and the kettle of cocoa and the trays of sandwiches were emptied in a jiffy . `` Now what ? '' asked Dr. Grayson , looking around the table with twinkling eyes , when the last crumb and the last drop of cocoa had disappeared . `` Rest hour , '' replied Mrs. Grayson emphatically .