midnight
For second wind is only to a very small degree a question of the breathing power . It is rather the response of the vital forces to a will that refuses to heed their first grumbling protests . Like dogs by the fire they do their utmost to convince their master that the limit of freshness is reached ; but at last , under the whip , spring to their work . At midnight Injin Charley called a halt . He spread his blanket ; leaned on one elbow long enough to eat strip of dried meat , and fell asleep . Thorpe imitated his example . Three hours later the Indian roused his companion , and the two set out again .