midnight
She had deceived him . She had thrown the four years of his waiting to the winds , and a savage lust was in his heart , which would not be appeased till he had done some evil thing to some one . The girl and the Indian lad were pounding through the night with ears strained to listen for hoof-beats coming after , with eyes searching forward into the trail for swollen creeks and direful obstructions . Through Barfleur Coulée it was a terrible march , for there was no road , and again and again they were nearly overturned , while wolves hovered in their path , ready to reap a midnight harvest . But once in the open again , with the full moonlight on their trail , the girl 's spirits rose . If she could do this thing for the man who had looked into her eyes as no one had ever done , what a finish to her days in the West ! For they were finished , finished forever , and she was going -- she was going East ; not West with Bantry , nor South with Nick Pringle , nor North with Abe Hawley -- ah , Abe Hawley !