midnight
`` I bet we get a kind of blackish white , '' said Pee-wee . `` I bet it 's green , '' said Tom . But it turned out to be a weak silvery gray and with this they painted the cabin , or rather half the cabin , for their paint gave out . They sat until long after midnight in the little cabin after their first day 's work , but were up and at it again bright and early in the morning , for Mr. Stanton 's men were coming with the block and falls at high tide in the evening to haul the _ Good Turn _ back into her watery home . Pee-wee spent a good part of the day throwing out superfluous junk and tidying up the little cabin , while Tom and Roy repaired the rubbing-rail where it had broken loose and attended to other slight repairs on the outside . The dying sunlight was beginning to flicker on the river and the three were finishing their supper in the cabin when Tom , looking through the porthole , called , `` Oh , here comes the truck and an automobile just in front of it ! '' Sure enough , there on the road was the truck with its great coil of hempen rope and its big pulleys , accompanied by two men in overalls .