eleven o'clock
But he was obliged to admit to himself that the boys were not taking the thing as seriously as soldiers should . Squads were scattered all over the lower part of the great building , guarding the various entrances . While Captain Sweetsir was lecturing the tolerant listeners of one squad , he was irritably aware that the boys of the squads that were not under espionage were doing nigh about everything that a soldier on duty should not do , their diversions limited only by their lack of resources . Therefore , when General Totten complimented him at eleven o'clock , Captain Sweetsir had no trouble at all in disguising his gratification and in assuming the approved , sour demeanor of military gravity . Even then his ears , sharpened by his indignation , caught the clicking of dice on tiles . `` Of course , there will be no actual trouble to-night , '' said the general , removing his cap and stroking his bald head complacently . `` I have assured the boys that there will be no trouble .