about ten o'clock
I did n't like to think about it , for she was a nice little yearlin ' , and it looked to me like Mike was up to his usual devilment . Seemed like a low-down trick to play on an injunoo like her , and the more I studied it the warmer I got . It was a wonderful night ; the moonlight drenched the valley , and there was the smell of camp-fires and horses over everything -- just the sort of a night for a guitar , just the sort of a night to make your blood run hot and to draw you out into the glitter and make you race with your shadow . When Mike moseyed in , along about ten o'clock , he was plumb loco ; the moon-madness was on him strong . His eyes was as bright as silver coins , and his voice had a queer ring to it . `` What a night ! '' said he .