midnight
This is hard lines , ai n't it , boys ? ' between gulps , the blood dripping from the hand that tremblingly held the glass . `` With that he broke down utterly and cried like a baby . We washed and dressed his wounds as best we could , and put him to bed in the road-house as it was then past midnight , while three of the boys rigged themselves in their furs and hunted the blasted brute that had done the mischief . They found him gnashing his teeth alongside an outhouse , and a good dose of cold pills settled him forever . `` Next mornin ' we sent a man to the little teacher to ask for medicine for Hartley , and immediately she and another woman came over . They brought lint bandages , carbolic acid , and other things and bathed the wounds ; but , best of all , they cheered up the poor fellow by telling him that he need have no fear of hydrophobia , as the bite of the Eskimo dogs in winter does not have the same effect that the bite of other dogs has in hot weather .