midnight
When someone asked him if he had quit the outfit , he had returned gruffly that the Flying U was not the only cow-outfit in the country , and let the questioner interpret it as he liked . When the train that had its nose pointed to the southwest slid into town , Andy did not step on , as had been his intention . He remained idly leaning over the bar in Rusty Brown 's place , and gave no heed . Later , when the eastbound came schreeching through at midnight , it found Andy Green on the platform with his saddle , bridle , chaps , quirt and spurs neatly sacked , and with a ticket for Havre in his pocket . So the wise ones said that they knew Andy would never have the nerve to show up at the fair , after the fluke he had made at the Flying U ranch , and those whose pockets were not interested considered it a very good joke . At Havre , Andy bought another ticket and checked the sack which held his riding outfit ; the ticket had Great Falls printed on it in bold , black lettering . So that he was twelve hours late in reaching his original destination , and to avoid unwelcome discovery and comment he took the sleeper and immediately ordered his berth made up , that he might pass through Dry Lake behind the sheltering folds of the berth curtains .