When every one was quite tired out, every one went to bed.
It was Philip who woke in the night in the grasp of a sudden idea.
'What is it ?' asked Max, rousing himself from his warm bed at Philip's feet.
'I've thought of something,' said Philip in a low excited voice.

'I'm going to have a night attack.' 'Shall I wake the others ?' asked Max, ever ready to oblige.
Philip thought a moment.

Then: 'No,' he said, 'it's rather dangerous; and besides I want to do it all by myself.

Lucy's done more than her share already.

Look out, Max; I'm going to get up and go out.' He got up and he went out.