midnight
Olie , who had moved away to the far end of the table , got up at this point and went to the door and looked out . He sighed lugubriously as he stared into the darkness of the night . The outer gloom , apparently , was too much for him , as he came slowly and reluctantly back to his chair at the far end of the table and it was plain to see that he was as frightened as a five-year-old child . The men , I suppose , would have badgered him until midnight , for Terry had begun a story of a negro who 'd been sent to rob a grave and found the dead man not quite dead . But I declared that we 'd had enough of horrors and declined to hear anything more about either ghosts or deaders . I was , in fact , getting just a wee bit creepy along the nerve-ends myself . And Babe whimpered a little in his cradle and brought us all suddenly back from the Wendigo Age to the time of the kerosene lamp .