Twelve o'clock
Apparently they had not a friend in all the crowd that surged to and fro in the narrow streets . There was no way of letting the outside world know their plight . What a night that was ! At first the sound of excited voices and the distant harangues of saloon-steps orators , then all quieted down ; there was not even the hum of the machinery -- only the dull tramp of the guards without , and the far-away call , `` Twelve o'clock and all 's well , '' which told they had a picket line on the outer edge of the town . Job at last fell asleep in a heap on the floor , with other sleeping forms about him . He dreamed of home and Jane , heard Tony shout `` Bress de Lawd ! '' and awoke to find himself aching in every bone from the hard floor .