eleven
at night
If it rested with him I 'm afraid he 'd fizzle . But we 'll pull it through , Harry , old chum -- we 'll pull it through . '' `` If this thing had to last a month more I 'm afraid good old Tom would go to pieces himself , '' thought Harry , as he watched his friend stride away . `` Tom never gets to his cot now before eleven at night , and four thirty in the morning always finds him astir again . I wonder if he thinks he 's fooling me by looking so blamed cheerful and talking so confidently . Whew ! I 'd be afraid for poor old Tom 's brain if anything should happen to trip us up . ''