about
twelve o'clock
The twilight of evening was upon us , and to the rattling of the heavily loaded wagon and the shouting of the wrangler in our rear were added the old herd songs . The cattle , without trail or trace to follow , and fit ransom for a dozen kings in pagan ages , moved north as if imbued with the spirit of the occasion . A fair moon favored us . The night was an ideal one for work , and about twelve o'clock we bedded down the herd and waited for dawn . As we expected to move again with the first sign of day , no one cared to sleep ; our nerves were under a high tension with expectation of what the coming day might bring forth . Our location was an unknown quantity . All agreed that we were fully ten miles north of the Saw Log , and , with the best reasoning at my command , outside the jurisdiction of Ford County .