midnight
* * * * * `` I shook myself together after a fashion and managed to persuade myself that the whole thing was just a trick of my mind , inspired by Green 's vivid description of his delirious vision of the afternoon . Eight bells struck , and when Mr. Fulton , the junior officer , relieved me , I laid down and tried to quiet myself . I did n't have much luck . Just before I took the deck again at midnight I slipped down to the forecastle to see how Green was coming along . He was lying in his bunk , wide awake , with staring eyes . '' ` How are you feeling now , Green ? ' I asked .