midnight
We almost swam up Mud Lane in a river of mud . At Waimea the cowboy had to exchange for a fresh mount . But Hilo lasted through . From daybreak till midnight I was in the saddle , till Uncle John , at Kilohana , took me off my horse , in his arms , and carried me in , and routed the women from their beds to undress me and _ lomi _ me , while he plied me with hot toddies and drugged me to sleep and forgetfulness . I know I must have babbled and raved . Uncle John must have guessed . But never to another , nor even to me , did he ever breathe a whisper .