midnight
And believe me I 'm one that 's right sorry to see you go . I do n't care nothin ' about this pardner o ' yours -- he do n't count nohow , anyway . He 's been sick ` most to death , shore , but he 's all right now as far as _ that _ goes . His arm is all healed up , and he 's fit in every other way -- _ some _ ways -- yet he 's takin ' himself off from as nice people as ever dragged saddles through a bunk-house at midnight . But that ai n't it . He 's takin ' old black hoss away with him , and it do n't jest set . I shore do hate to see you go . ''