about
midnight
They yarned more than they had done for many a day . Brummy was a heavy sleeper , and that night Swampy went over him carefully and felt all his pockets , but without success . Next day Brummy seemed in high spirits -- they were nearing Bourke , where they intended to loaf round the pubs for a week or two . On the third night Swampy waited till about midnight , and then searched Brummy , every inch of him he could get at , and tickled him , with a straw of grass till he turned over , and ran his hands over the other side of him , and over his feet -LRB- Brummy slept with his socks on -RRB- , and looked in his boots , and in the billy and in the tucker-bags , and felt in every tuft of grass round the camp , and under every bush , and down a hollow stump , and up a hollow log : but there was no pocket-book . Brummy could n't have lost the money and kept it dark -- he 'd have gone back to look for it at once . Perhaps he 'd thrown away the book and sewn the money in his clothes somewhere . Swampy crept back to him and felt the lining of his hat , and was running his hand over Brummy 's chest when Brummy suddenly started to snore , and Swampy desisted without loss of time .