midnight
-- a dare-devil he is -- before the wind . There 's no such lonely road anywhere else . That 's one thing . The tide flows , he says , an hour before midnight -- about this time . I 'm glad it 's over . ' Mr. Snitchey wiped his forehead , which looked hot and anxious . ` What do you think , ' said Mr. Craggs , ` about -- ' ` Hush ! '