midnight
But the voice no longer called to him . It was repellent -- a voice of hatred and of treachery . Each time that he heard it he stopped in his tracks and snarled , while his spine stiffened . At midnight Baree came to the tiny amphitheater in the forest where Pierrot had cut the logs for the first of his trapline cabins . For at least a minute Baree stood at the edge of the clearing , his ears very alert , his eyes bright with hope and expectation , while he sniffed the air . There was no smoke , no sound , no light in the one window of the log shack . His disappointment fell on him even as he stood there .