about midnight
Marjorie lighted the lamp which hung from the ceiling , and its smoky glare lighted up a circle of eager , wakeful faces . The novelty of their surroundings , together with the voice of the current , which was running deep and swift round their tiny strip of an island , took from them all disposition to sleep during the early part of the night . It was not until the lamp had burnt out , and Tricksy 's head had sunk heavily against Marjorie 's knee that the rushing became fainter and finally died away , and one by one the listeners dropped to sleep upon their heather couches . It was about midnight when Marjorie awoke , aroused by a slight noise , and the flames from the peats showed her Allan staring in front of him with wakeful eyes , and listening . ` What is it ? ' she asked . ` Hush , do n't wake the others .