midnight
I opened the despatch : the next instant I jumped to my feet . `` Read ! '' I cried , poking the blue slip under Tanrade 's nose , `` it 's from the curé . '' `` Howling northeast gale '' -- Tanrade read aloud -- `` Duck and geese -- come midnight train , bring two hundred fours , one hundred double zeros for ten bore . '' '' _ Vive le curé ! _ '' I shouted , `` the good old boy to let us know . A northeast gale at last -- a howler , '' he says .