Eleven o'clock
The new recruit had not returned . Mex scarcely kept her eyes open where she crouched , Indian fashion , on a buffalo robe , behind the bar . Nine Eyes had bolted the outer door before retiring . Eleven o'clock ; the white owls were at their boldest , hooting lugubrious serenades to the answering wolves . Pepillo was at the cabin door , trying the latch . Mex heard the sound , got up , and unfastened the bolts . `` Sh ! ''