"There is time until morning.

There is time until you leave this building.

After that--" He shrugged his square shoulders brutally.
There was no sense in going out at once, as we had intended, with that combination of threat and promise hanging over us.
"Why not do what we said--admit that we know what we don't know--and put 'em on the wrong scent ?" Will whispered.
"I wish to God Monty were here!" groaned Fred.
"Rot!" Will answered.

"Monty is all you ever said of him and then some; but we're able to handle this ourselves all right without him.
Tell 'em a bull yarn, I say!" Fred relapsed into a sort of black gloom intended to attract the Muse of Strategy.

He was always better at swift action in the open and optimism in the face of visible danger, than at matching wits against something he could not see beginning or end of.
"Tell 'em it's in German East!" urged Will.