midnight
I 'll take care of the rest . '' A young man , tall and graceful , came swinging down the shrub-lined walk , whistling a gay little air , far from suspecting the peril that awaited him at the gate below . His cheery farewell shout to friends on the club-house veranda had been answered by joyous voices . It was midnight . `` Better wait awhile , old man , '' some one had called after him . `` It 's bound to rain cats and dogs before you get to the trolley . '' `` A little water wo n't hurt me , '' he had shouted back .