midnight
Now Otomie had been allowed to walk in the camp with her sister , the wife of Guatemoc , and other Aztec ladies , and she had this gift in common with most Indians , that where she had once passed there she could pass again , even in the darkest night . ` To the south gate , ' she whispered ; ` perhaps it is unguarded now that the war is done , at the least I know the road thither . ' So we started , I leaning on her shoulder and hopping on my right foot , and thus very painfully we traversed some three hundred yards meeting nobody . But now our good luck failed us , for passing round the corner of some buildings , we came face to face with three soldiers returning to their huts from a midnight revel , and with them some native servants . ` Whom have we here ? ' said the first of these . ` Your name , comrade ? '