midnight
There had been warning , but White Fang was unversed in such things and did not understand the packing of a grip . He remembered afterwards that his packing had preceded the master 's disappearance ; but at the time he suspected nothing . That night he waited for the master to return . At midnight the chill wind that blew drove him to shelter at the rear of the cabin . There he drowsed , only half asleep , his ears keyed for the first sound of the familiar step . But , at two in the morning , his anxiety drove him out to the cold front stoop , where he crouched , and waited . But no master came .