midnight
I know you feel about as I do on some subjects ; you never did like dirt around you , no better ` n -- '' `` Get to the point , man . What 's wrong ? '' So Applehead , turning a darker shade of red than was his usual hue , cleared his throat and blurted out what he had to say . He had heard Shunka Chistala whinnying at midnight in the tent of Annie-Many-Ponies , and had gone outside to see what was the matter . He did n't know , he explained , but what his cat Compadre was somehow involved . He had stood in the shadow of his tent for a few minutes , and had seen Bill Holmes sneak into camp , coming from up the arroyo somewhere . For some reason he waited a little longer , and he had seen a woman 's shadow move stealthily up to the front of Annie 's tent , and had seen Annie slip inside and had heard her whisper a command of some sort to the dog , which had immediately hushed its whining .