midnight
Suppose you wait till to-morrow afternoon at four o'clock an ' I 'll show you how to do it . '' That night Yan and his friend were alone in their teepee . His arm was bound up , and proud he was of those bandages and delighted with the trifling red spots that appeared yet on the last layer ; but he was not in pain , nor , indeed , the worse for the adventure , for , thanks to his thick shirt , there was no poisoning . He slept as usual till long after midnight , then awoke in bed with a peculiar feeling of well-being and clearness of mind . He had no bodily sense ; he seemed floating alone , not in the teepee nor in the woods , but in the world -- not dreaming , but wide awake -- more awake than ever in his life before , for all his life came clearly into view as never before : his stern , religious training ; his father , refined and well-meaning , but blind , compelling him to embark in a profession to which he was little inclined , and to give up the one thing next his heart -- his Woodcraft lore . Then Raften stepped into view , loud-voiced , externally coarse , but blessed with a good heart and a sound head . The farmer suffered sadly in contrast with the father , and yet Yan had to suppress the wish that Raften were his father .