midnight
David was not superstitious . He did not believe that he could be afraid of ghosts . He had other live troubles to worry him , which seemed far worse . Still , he hoped that if ghosts did walk at midnight about this forlorn old spot that they would choose any other night than this . It was a soft , warm summer evening with a waning moon . David rolled his coat up under his head for a pillow and lay down in one corner of the porch . He did not go to sleep at once ; he was too tired and his bed was too hard .