midnight
When the wolves came close to the camp she fired her revolver at them , and drove them away . The hours passed silently , Stella rising occasionally to replenish the fire and look at Singing Bird , who seemed to be sleeping . As a matter of fact , the young Indian , who had been reared out-of-doors , and was perfectly healthy , was recovering rapidly from her wound , although had it not been for Stella she would probably not have survived the night , for what the chill night air would not have done the wolves would have finished . It was long past midnight when out of the west rose a clear , welcome shout that sounded as the sweetest music to her ear , the Moon Valley yell , and she answered it , while the Indian girl sat up and smiled at her . They had been found at last . Presently Stella heard the clatter of many pony hoofs on the turf , then a succession of yells , and Ted , Ben , and Bud galloped into the circle of light made by her fire . `` Hello , what have we here ? ''