midnight
`` Do n't move a muscle ! Not a muscle ! '' Dawson remained motionless as ordered , but he strained his eyes in the darkness for a glimpse of his captor 's face . He might just as well have tried to study a sheet of black paper at the bottom of a coal mine at midnight . He could only see that his captor wore a snapped down brim hat pulled low over his eyes . The face could be that of a Jap , for all he could tell . However , he knew that the man was not a Jap .