The lantern that had been left lighted had flickered out.

Dan felt oppressed by a sense of something awesome.
"What on earth can the time be ?" Dan wondered, now quite wide awake and just slightly uneasy.

As he peered about through the dark he made out what looked very much like a narrow ray of daylight through a crack in one of the closed shutters.
"It can't be morning," muttered Dan.

"And yet--why is the fire out?
We left a bully one going." Dan had thrown his jacket on to the bunk before retiring.

Now, he sat up, reaching for the jacket.
"Gracious but it's cold!" gasped Dan, as the chill struck him.
"Shut up!" growled Dave Darrin's drowsy voice.