midnight
They were talking earnestly together , as if they had matters of the greatest importance to communicate . As we drew near enough to distinguish the features of the stranger black , we recognised our old acquaintance , Pullingo 's son , Quaquagmagu . So deeply were they engaged , they did not even perceive our approach ; and as we had no wish to disturb them , we retired to a distance to wait till they had finished their conversation . Finding , however , that we might wait till midnight , and as we wished to get our pigeons plucked and roasted , we once more drew near . At length perceiving us , they sprang to their feet ; when Pullingo exclaimed , `` Son -- Quaquagmagu -- me , me ! '' `` Of course we recollect him , '' said Mudge , shaking him by the hand . I did the same , apparently much to the young man 's satisfaction .