midnight
Jean undressed and slipped between the blankets beside her sister ... . The clean , fresh smell of trampled rice-grass drifted about her pillow ... . As the tide came in the murmur of surf on the distant shoals was soothing as a cradle song , and the girl , with a tired sigh , adjusted her body to the unyielding , sandy bed , and drowsed off into slumber , unaware of the peril that was even then creeping nearer and nearer to the sleepers on the beach of Kon Klayu . It was long past midnight when Jean was startled into wakefulness . Kobuk was barking with the queer , short woofs of the huskie , and outside the tent Ellen 's voice fraught with fear and anxiety , was calling : `` Shane ! O , Shane ! Wake up !