eleven o'clock
The Turk was waiting for him . Carl cut short the Turk 's apologies for not having supported Frazer , with the dreadful curt pleasantness of an alienated friend , and , as he began packing his clothes in two old suit-cases , insisted , `` It 's all right -- was your biz whether you stood up in chapel or not . '' He hunted diligently through the back of the closet for a non-existent shoe , in order to get away from the shamefaced melancholy which covered the Turk when Carl presented him with all his books , his skees , and his pet hockey-stick . He prolonged the search because it had occurred to him that , as it was now eleven o'clock , and the train north left at midnight , the Minneapolis train at 2 A.M. , it might be well to decide where he was going when he went away . Well , Minneapolis and Chicago . Beyond that -- he 'd wait and see . Anywhere -- he could go anywhere in all the world , now ... .