midnight
By this time the wind had steadied into a brisk breeze , and the rain had ceased . Crawling back across the thwarts , I took the jumping tiller again into my hands , and held her nose to it , seeking every advantage . I had brought back with me a tin of biscuit from the bow locker , more as an excuse for opening conversation than from any feeling of hunger . `` It must be pretty close to midnight , '' I said finally . `` Are you hungry ? '' The shapeless form in the oilskins straightened slightly , and I knew she had turned her face toward me . `` Hungry !