about midnight
I know Tom Brixton well , and when he is in this mood nothing will move him . But , come , I must go to the prison and talk with him . '' Fred 's talk , however , was not more effective than that of his friend had been . `` Well , Tom , '' he said , as he and Flinders were about to quit the block-house , `` we will return at the hour when the camp seems fairly settled to sleep , probably about midnight , and I hope you will then be ready to fly . Remember what Flinders says is so far true -- your life has been bought and the price paid , whether you accept or refuse it . Think seriously of that before it be too late . '' Again the prison door closed , and Tom Brixton was left , with this thought turning constantly and persistently in his brain : `` Bought and the price paid ! ''