midnight
But I tell you , father , '' the son clinched the hand that was free from the lines , and shook it , `` it 's wrong -- some way , somehow , it 's wrong , way down at the bottom of things -- I do n't know how nor why -- but as sure as I live , I 'll try to find out . '' The clang of an engine bell in the South Harvey railroad yards drowned the son 's answer . The two were crossing the track and turning the corner that led to the South Harvey station . The midnight train was about due . As the buggy came near the little gray box of a station a voice called , `` Adams -- Adams , '' and a woman 's voice , `` Oh , Grant . '' `` Why , '' exclaimed the father , `` it 's the happy couple . '' Grant stopped the horse and climbed out over the sleeping body of little Kenyon .