midnight
Me tellum , yo ' mebbyso go still . '' He folded his arms with a gesture of finality , and stood statue-like in the deep gloom beside the rock . Good Indian fingered his horse 's mane while he considered the queer story . There must be something in it , he thought , to bring Peppajee from his blankets at midnight and to impel him , unfriendly as he usually seemed , to confide his worry to him at once and without urging . And yet , to steal the Peaceful Hart ranch -- the idea was ludicrous . Still , there was no harm in looking around a bit . He sought a sagebrush that suited his purpose , tied his horse to it , stooped , and took the clanking Mexican spurs from his heels , and touched Peppajee on the shoulder .