midnight
They watched the ravens , and so came to the stream which rises under my place and flows past Stephen 's former home ; hence the name , Ravensbrook . `` It seems a strange coincidence that the greatest modern writer on war should set himself down where the greatest ancient warrior , Caesar , probably stopped to quench his thirst . `` Stephen died at three in the morning , the same sinister hour which carried away our friend Frederic nineteen months before . At midnight , in Crane 's fourteenth-century house in Sussex , we two tried to lure back the ghost of Frederic into that house of ghosts , and to our company , thinking that if reappearing were ever possible so strenuous a man as Harold would somehow shoulder his way past the guards , but he made no sign . I wonder if the less insistent Stephen will suggest some ingenious method by which the two can pass the barrier . I can imagine Harold cursing on the other side , and welcoming the more subtle assistance of his finely fibred friend . `` I feel like the last of the Three Musketeers , the other two gone down in their duel with Death .