about midnight
Let the cook boil water , and we 'll supply the bottles . '' This was done ; and I was proud of the inspiration , with the pride that comes before a fall . When I began to write , in my bedroom tent , wrapped in all the blankets of the bed that should be Anthony 's , I had the place to myself . But about midnight a head was unexpectedly thrust through the door-flap . It looked ghostly in the haze of colour made by the gorgeous appliqué work of high roof and octagon walls , which gave an effect of sitting at the bottom of a giant kaleidoscope . `` Who 's that ? '' I hissed , in a whisper meant to be discreet , but which roused a camel or two in the ring outside the tents .