about midnight
The boys had found enough clean wood for a broiling fire , and John just now had taken off the thick beefsteak which they had brought along with them . `` You will observe that this is from the tenderloin of the three-year-old fat buffalo cow that I killed this morning , '' said he . `` I always did like buffalo . We will break open some marrow bones about midnight , and I 'll grill some boss ribs for breakfast . '' `` And for luncheon , '' added Jesse , joining readily in the make-believe , `` we 'll try some of the cold roast of the last bighorn I killed , over in the breaks of the Missouri . Not so bad ! '' Their friend from Mandan looked at them , smiling .