midnight
Where could Yann be , by the way ? was he lashed to his work on deck ? Why did he not come below to take his share in their feast ? `` It 's close on midnight , hows ` ever , '' observed the captain ; and drawing himself up he raised the scuttle with his head , so as to call Yann that way . Then a weird glimmer fell from above . `` Yann ! Yann !