about midnight
His friend was a Christian , and did not fear to die . He had never been married , was almost without relatives , and had scarcely a friend . As , hour after hour , he held the hand of the dying man , `` Cobbler '' Horn whispered in his ear , from time to time , a cheering word , or breathed a fervent prayer . The feeble utterances of the dying man , which became less frequent as the hours crept away , left no doubt as to the reality of his faith in God , and , about midnight , he passed peacefully away . `` Cobbler '' Horn lingered a few moments ' longer , and set out for home . The rain had long ceased , and the sky was without a cloud . The semi-tropical shower had been followed by a rapid cooling of the atmosphere , and he shivered in his still damp clothes , as he hurried along .