twelve o'clock
at night
Just about as sensible , many of 'em . What a change all this was ! Main Street at the Turon ! Just as bright as day at twelve o'clock at night . Crowds walking up and down , bars lighted up , theatres going on , dance-houses in full swing , billiard-tables where you could hear the balls clicking away till daylight ; miners walking down to their night shifts , others turning out after sleeping all the afternoon quite fresh and lively ; half-a-dozen troopers clanking down the street , back from escort duty . Everybody just as fresh at midnight as at breakfast time -- more so , perhaps . It was a new world .