about midnight
He fed and warmed 'em , comforted their poor scared souls , give what clothes we could find , buried the dead baby with his own hands , and nussed the other little creeters as if they were his own . It war n't safe to keep 'em more 'n a day , so when night come the Captain got 'em off down the river as quiet as he could . Me and another man helped him , for he would n't trust no one but himself to boss the job . A boat was ready , -- blest if I know how he got it , -- and about midnight we led them women down to it . The boy was a strong lad , and any of 'em could help row , for the current would take 'em along rapid . This way , ma'am ; be we goin ' too fast for you ? '' `` Not fast enough .