one o'clock
Poor little soul , scorched and racked by distrust and doubt ! if she could not trust me , whom should she trust ? The household noises ceased one by one ; the clump of willows by the river grew darker and darker ; the stars came out and shone with that magnetic brilliancy that fixes our gaze upon them , leading one to speculate on their influence , and -- A hand on my shoulder : Hiram with a lantern turned full upon my face . '' ` Most one o'clock , '' he said , rubbing his eyes sleepily . `` Come to take my turn . Have you seen nothing ? '' `` Nothing , '' I said , staggering to my feet , which felt like lead -- `` nothing . ''