midnight
`` The tip-top o ' the mornin ' to the renegade ! I thought ye 'd been scalped -- and so ye have been -- nearly -- only they mistook y' r hat for the wool o ' y' r crown . Boots gone too ! Out wid your midnight pranks . '' A succession of welcoming thuds accompanied the tirade . As breath returned , I gasped out a brief account of the night . `` And now , '' he exclaimed triumphantly , `` I have news to translate ye to a sivinth hiven !