midnight
The moon was just rising , and at Uncle Lance 's suggestion we each carried in a turn of wood . Piling a portion of it on the fire , the blaze soon lighted up the camp , throwing shafts of light far into the recesses of the woods around us . `` In another hour , '' said Uncle Lance , recoaling the oven lids , `` that smaller pie will be all ready to serve , but we 'll keep the big one for breakfast . So , boys , if you want to sit up awhile longer , we 'll have a midnight lunch , and then all turn in for about forty winks . '' As the oven lid was removed from time to time to take note of the baking , savory odors of the pie were wafted to our anxious nostrils . On the intimation that one oven would be ready in an hour , not a man suggested blankets , and , taking advantage of the lull , Theodore Quayle claimed attention . `` Another fellow and myself , '' said Quayle , `` were knocking around Fort Worth one time seeing the sights .