midnight
But , if both men had been born poker players , drawing to fill , in a jack-pot that had been sweetened nine times , you could n't have told less to look at them . Frankling was as glum as ever and Ole had the same reënforced concrete expression of innocence that he used to wear while he was getting off the ball behind somebody 's goal line , after having carried it the length of the field . We were discussing the thing that night on the porch of the Eta Bita Pie house and were putting up a few final bets when Ole came up , carpet-bag in hand and his diploma under his arm , and bade us good-by . He was going out on the midnight train -- going away for good . For a minute you could have heard the grass growing . If Ole was going away that night it meant just one thing : the cruel Miss Spencer had tossed him over and he was bumping the bumps downward into a cold and cheerless future . We were so sorry we could hardly speak for a minute .