about midnight
The last start was dreadful ! I cried all the next night , for , do n't you remember ? the wind kept rising till it was a perfect gale , and I could n't help thinking of that dreadful Mare 's Head Point . Mother was sure you 'd get there about midnight , and saw signs and warnings in everything . '' He laughed cheerily . `` Oh , she enjoys it , Sairay ; do n't ` grudge her that comfort , for a ` ter all we mostly gets home safe , barrin ' a broken rib perhaps , or a finger . I 've had three falls from the rigging , and one wreck , and I 'm pretty lively yet ! ''