Midnight
`` If he wants to see you and talk , let him . There 's no telling but what even a drink-racked brain may bring the matter to light . '' And long that night Mr. Hayne sat there thinking , partly of what the doctor had said , but more of what had occurred during the late afternoon . Midnight was called by the sentries . He went to his door and looked out on the broad , bleak prairie , the moonlight glinting on the tin roofing of the patch of buildings over at the station far across the dreary level and glistening on the patches of snow that here and there streaked the surface . It was all so cold and calm and still . His blood was hot and fevered .