midnight
Martin continued to watch for an hour or two , sitting in a door-way . At length he was forced to conclude that Rufus had given him the slip , and this tended by no means to sweeten his temper . In fact , his position was not altogether a pleasant one . It was now past midnight , and , having no money , he saw no other way than to spend the night in the street . Besides he was hungry , and that was a complaint which was likely to get worse instead of better . As for Rufus , Martin had never before seen him so well dressed , and it seemed clear that he was prospering . `` He 's an ungrateful young rascal , '' muttered Martin , -- `` livin ' in ease and comfort , while I am left to starve in the street ! ''