midnight
Lee stood at the hut door watching the sun set , and thinking , perhaps , of old Devon . He seemed sad , and let us hope he was regretting his old crimes while time was left him . Night was closing in on him , and having looked once more on the darkening sky , and the fog coldly creeping up the gully , he turned with a sigh and a shudder into the hut , and shut the door . Near midnight , and all was still . Then arose a cry upon the night so hideous , so wild , and so terrible , that the roosting birds dashed off affrighted , and the dense mist , as though in sympathising fear , prolonged the echoes a hundred fold . One articulate cry , `` Oh ! you treacherous dog ! ''