Midnight
Hours passed before they spoke again . They had been at the uttermost verge of exhaustion when they climbed into the canoe , and perhaps physical weakness had made their minds more receptive to the belief that they were in hands mightier than their own , but even as strength came back the conviction remained in all its primitive force . Warmth returned to their bodies , wrapped in the blankets , and they felt an immense peace . Midnight passed and the boat bore steadily on with its two silent occupants . `` Where are we , Tayoga ? '' Robert stirred from a doze and the words were involuntary . He looked upon water , covered with mists and vapors , and the driving wind was still behind them .