midnight
Ask yon lass if I 've done aught wrong . '' His captor paused and seemed to consider this . `` Make it ten thousand and I 'll consider it , '' he whispered . `` Leave it on the mail box just outside the Tyee Lumber Company 's office at midnight to-morrow night . '' `` I 'll do it -- so help me God , '' The Laird promised frantically . His son 's voice spoke in his ear . `` Dad !