midnight
Mr. Pike is of the elder race of men . His endurance is prodigious . Watch and watch , and all watches , he held the poop . `` I never dreamed of it , '' he told me , at midnight , as the great gusts tore by and as we listened for our lighter spars to smash aloft and crash upon the deck . `` I thought my last whirling sailing was past . And here we are ! Here we are !