midnight
By the time the wagon passed Caraher 's saloon , the sun had set . Night was coming on . And the black wagon went on through the darkness , unattended , ignored , solitary , carrying the dead body of Dabney , the silent old man of whom nothing was known but his name , who made no friends , whom nobody knew or spoke to , who had come from no one knew whence and who went no one knew whither . Towards midnight of that same day , Mrs. Dyke was awakened by the sounds of groaning in the room next to hers . Magnus Derrick was not so occupied by Harran 's death that he could not think of others who were in distress , and when he had heard that Mrs. Dyke and Sidney , like Hilma , had been turned out of Quien Sabe , he had thrown open Los Muertos to them . `` Though , '' he warned them , `` it is precarious hospitality at the best . '' Until late , Mrs. Dyke had sat up with Hilma , comforting her as best she could , rocking her to and fro in her arms , crying with her , trying to quiet her , for once having given way to her grief , Hilma wept with a terrible anguish and a violence that racked her from head to foot , and at last , worn out , a little child again , had sobbed herself to sleep in the older woman 's arms , and as a little child , Mrs. Dyke had put her to bed and had retired herself .