midnight
The boy stood staring miserably at the wall with eyes in which fear and hurt pride struggled for mastery . `` Yer Honor ! '' the policeman broke in . `` It 's three times lately I 've found him sleepin ' in doorways after midnight . Him and the gang is a bad lot , yer Honor , a scrappin ' an ' hoppin ' freights an ' swipin ' junk , an ' one thing an ' another . '' `` I never swiped no junk , '' Dan said hopelessly , `` I never swiped nothink in my life . '' `` Is there no definite charge against this boy ? ''