midnight
This was the Columbine , a Liverpool ship , which was expected to sail that night about twelve o'clock . As Cummin stood on the forecastle in the evening , after the hammocks were piped down , looking gloomily at that vessel , his countenance suddenly brightened up . He rubbed his hands together , and laughed aloud ; then checking himself , and looking cautiously round , to see whether any one was near him , he dived below . At midnight , the Columbine `` got under way , '' and stood to sea . Next morning , while washing decks , the officer of the deck called out , `` Midshipman ! I do n't see Cummin ; send him up . '' `` Cummin !