"It was after ten when we went to bed." "It's after half past nine--in the morning," retorted Dan impressively.
"Glory, but I believe you're right," ejaculated Prescott.

"I can see just a tiny crack of daylight over by one of the shutters." "It's morning, all right," Dan insisted.

"And the fire's out.

Wake up, fellows! Who's going to start a new fire ?" "I will," volunteered Tom Reade.

"Great Scott! No; I won't, either," he ejaculated, after having thrust his legs out of his bunk preparatory to jumping up.