midnight
` It 's kind o ' melancholy , ' says I , ` to think o ' them poor critters that had to be killed and buried jest to keep this ' ere treasure . What awful things 'll be brought to light in the judgment day ! Them poor critters they loved to live and hated to die as much as any on us ; but no , they hed to die jest to satisfy that critter 's wicked will . I 've heard them as thought they could tell the Cap’n Kidd places by layin ' their ear to the ground at midnight , and they 'd hear groans and wailin 's . '' `` Why , Sam ! were there really people who could tell where Kidd 's money was ? '' I here interposed .