night, about ten o'clock
Spring would soon come . So the days passed , and he loved Fay more all the time , desperately living out to its limit the sweetness of every moment with her , and paying for his bliss in the increasing trouble that beset him when once away from her charm . ... . One starry night , about ten o'clock , he went , as was his custom , to drink at the spring . Upon his return to the cedars Nas Ta Bega , who slept under the same tree with him , had arisen , with his blanket hanging half off his shoulder . `` Listen , '' said the Indian . Shefford took one glance at the dark , somber face , with its inscrutable eyes , now so strange and piercing , and then , with a kind of cold excitement , he faced the way the Indian looked , and listened .