midnight
Once the two men happened to meet in the passage-way . ` Silver seems restless , we must wait till darkness , ' said Fog in a low tone . ` Very well , ' replied Waring . At midnight they were off , rowing over the black water in the sail-boat , hoping for a fair wind at dawn , as the boat was heavy . They journeyed but slowly through the winding channel , leaving the sedge-gate open ; no danger now from intruders ; the great giant , Winter , had swallowed all lesser foes . It was cold , very cold , and they stopped awhile at dawn on the edge of the marsh , the last shore , to make a fire and heat some food before setting sail for the islands . ` Good God ! '