about midnight
Well , some of those vagabonds , that strip the dead soldier on the field of glory , came and took every rag off me ; they wrought me no further ill , because there was no need . '' `` No ; you were dead . '' `` C'est convenu . This must have been at sundown ; and with the night came a shrewd frost that barkened the blood on my wounds , and stopped all the rivulets that were running from my heart , and about midnight I awoke as from a trance . ' `` And thought you were in heaven ? '' asked Gerard eagerly , being a youth inoculated with monkish tales . `` Too frost-bitten for that , mon gars ; besides , I heard the wounded groaning on all sides , so I knew I was in the old place .