midnight
You will come ? '' `` Yes , '' said Landless . `` I will come . '' It was shortly after midnight when the two servants slipped along the inlet , silently and warily , and keeping their boat well under the shore . It was a crazy affair , barely large enough for two , and requiring constant bailing . When they had made half a mile from the quarters , the Muggletonian , who rowed , turned the boat 's head across the inlet , and ran into a very narrow creek that wound in mazy doubles through the marshes . They entered it , made the first turn , and the broad bosom of the inlet , lit by a low , crimson moon , was as if it had never been .