about ten o'clock
`` One night we was camped on the edge of a little town out west of Salina . We always camped near a stream , and put up a little tent . Sometimes we sold out of the Remedy unexpected , and then Chief Wish-Heap-Dough would have a dream in which the Manitou commanded him to fill up a few bottles of Sum-wah-tah at the most convenient place . 'T was about ten o'clock , and we 'd just got in from a street performance . I was in the tent with the lantern , figuring up the day 's profits . John Tom had n't taken off his Indian make-up , and was sitting by the campfire minding a fine sirloin steak in the pan for the Professor till he finished his hair-raising scene with the trained horses . `` All at once out of dark bushes comes a pop like a firecracker , and John Tom gives a grunt and digs out of his bosom a little bullet that has dented itself against his collar-bone .