about  midnight
`` Oh , a bat -- hate bats -- how the skipper snores ! I hope there be no resurrection-men in St Jago , or I shall be stolen away to a certainty before morning . How should I look as a skeleton in a glass-case , eh ? '' I heard no more , until , it might be , about midnight , when I was awakened , and frightened out of my wits , by Bang rolling off the table on to my quatre , which he broke in his fall , and then we both rolled over and over on the floor . `` Murder ! '' roared Bang . `` I am bewitched and bedevilled .