about midnight
Once more darkness came , and this night , notwithstanding the cold , we spent wrapped in rugs , on the roof of the house . It had occurred to us that kidnapping would be less easy there , as we could make some sort of a fight at the head of the stairway , or , if the worst came to the worst , dive from the parapet and break our necks . We kept watch turn and turn about . During my watch about midnight I heard a noise going on in the hut behind us ; scuffling and a stifled cry which turned my blood cold . About an hour later a fire was lighted in the centre of the market-place where the sheep had been sacrificed , and by the flare of it I could see people moving . But what they did I could not see , which was perhaps as well . Next morning only one of the camelmen was left .