midnight
Mr. Mouse , likewise , was wide awake , and hopping about with a kangaroo step , a little in doubt why Miss Rosalie was so pale , why those blue eyes were so dim , and why she said to him `` Go away , little one , '' with a quivering , tremulous voice and hand . Mouse told Rat , and Rat told Martin and Beaver , that the poor girl was in love with him , Tiny , and that he would make it all right one of these days , when he got an epaulet on his little shoulder . Softly , like the cool breath of a slumbering child , came a faint air from the land . The bell of the frigate , clanging in its brassy throat , struck for midnight . The sentinels on their posts cried `` All 's well ! '' The old brig was letting fall her top-sails , and the sound of the oars in the cutter 's row-locks ceased . `` Cleveland , '' said Piron , quietly , `` while the ladies and our friends are getting into the barge , come down with me in your cabin .