one in the morning
I ca n't see your face , Mr. Studdert , nor yours , Mr. Morrison , it is so dark . Oh , Mr. Studdert , I wish I had one of your cigarettes to smoke . '' `` I wish I had one to give you , miss , '' answered the pale-faced young engineer . `` A pipe is no to my liking , but I fear me I 'll have to tackle one in the morning . '' Alas , poor Studdert , little did he know that the morning , now so near , was to be his last . `` Goodbye for the present , Miss Remington , '' called out Oliver as the boats again separated . `` Take good care of her , Harvey , and of yoursels too .