about midnight
` We 're off again . ' It was the night of Saturday the 24th of April . For the greater part of the day the ` Charnwood ' had been lying off Cape Helles , which is the southernmost point of the Gallipoli Peninsula , while the people listened to the thunder of guns , and watched the shrapnel bursting in white puffs over the scrub-clad heights of the land . Now , about midnight , she had got quietly under way , and was steaming steadily in a nor ' - westerly direction . ` What 's up ? ' Dave repeated in a puzzled tone . ` This ai n't the way to Constantinople . '