midnight
Crosby 's sunny nature lost its cloud in an instant , and the two clasped hands at the bottom of the ladder . `` I think it is time to cut and run , '' he said . `` It 's getting so beastly dark we wo n't be able to find the road . '' `` And there is no moon until midnight . But come ; we are free . Let us fly the hated spot , as they say in the real novels . How good the air feels ! ''