midnight
Your duty 's to hand these folks , these bandits , into our hands . The money 's a matter of -- choice . I 'll just hand my man a word or two , and we 'll get back Orrville way . '' * * * * * * It was past midnight when Bob took up a position squatting on the sill of his own doorway . Standing close behind him , leaning against the rough casing , Effie looked down upon his huddled figure . Her eyes were alight with a power of suppressed excitement . The blood was surging through her young veins , and every nerve was tense with the strain of waiting , of anticipation .