midnight
Kenny , swinging down the turnpike in the vigor of desperation , felt no single pang of penance . His mood was primitive and pertinacious . He went forward with bee-like undeviation until he found an inn where he bathed and shaved and ate . He slept until midnight and ate again . He slept through the night and the morning and ate again , still with the mental monotony of a cave-dweller . Then he found a railroad and rode . Not until he reached the town postmarked upon Brian 's letter did he trouble himself with anything but the primitive needs of primitive man .