midnight
It was a long time before my respiratory organs could be brought into play . My recovery was slow , and it was some time before I could arrange my ideas . A cot was slung for me in the cabin , and bewildered and exhausted , I fell into a deep sleep . I awoke a little after midnight perfectly composed , and suffering only from the weal that the cord had made across my chest . Before a table , and his countenance lighted by a single lantern , sat the captain . His features expressed a depth of grief and a remorse that were genuine . He sat motionless , with his eyes fixed upon my cot : my face he could not see , owing to the depth of the shadow in which I lay .