midnight
The traveller examined the wounds in the shoulder and the head , and said : `` The head is all right . If I can get the bullet out of the shoulder he 'll be safe enough -- in time . '' The surgery was skilful but rude , for proper instruments were not at hand ; and in a few hours he , whom we shall still call Sergeant Tom , lay quietly sleeping , the pallor gone from his face and the feeling of death from his hand . It was near midnight when he waked . Jen was sitting beside him . He looked round and saw her . Her face was touched with the light that shone from the Prairie Star .