midnight
After all , it was only Isaac , the bethrel , who , when we let him in , said that he had just keppit four ressurrectioners louping over the wall . But that was a joke . I gave Isaac a dram to kep his heart up , and he sung and leuch as if he had been boozing with some of his drucken cronies ; for feint a hair cared he about auld kirkyards , or vouts , or dead folk in their winding-sheets , with the wet grass growing over them . Then , although I tried to stop him , he began to tell stories of Eirish ressurrectioners , and ghaists , seen in the kirkyard at midnight . Suddenly a clap like thunder was heard , and the laddie , who had fallen asleep on the bench , jumped up and roared `` Help ! '' `` Murder ! '' `` Thieves ! ''