midnight
May the Lord Jesus never remember them or help them ! ' He went on babbling , but Jasiek no longer listened . Crouched in the fire-place he hid himself as best he could in his still wet cloak and fell into a stony sleep . A good while after midnight he was awakened by a sharp tug ; a light shone straight into his eyes . ` Hey , brother , get up ! Who are you ? Have you your passport ? '