about midnight
At the same time the darkness blotted out the ring of seven figures . Henry 's eyelids drooped and closed . He raised them weakly once or twice , but the delicate voice of the light rain in the forest was so soothing that they stayed down , after the second attempt , and he floated peacefully to unknown shores , hidden as safely as if he were a thousand miles from the seven seated and silent figures . He awoke about midnight and found himself a little stiff from his crouching position , but dry and rested . The rain was still falling in gentle , persistent fashion . He rolled up the blanket that had lain under him but kept the other around his shoulders . All was dark where the fire and the ring of seven had been , but he knew instinctively that they were there , bent forward with the blankets about their heads and shoulders .