midnight
He might perhaps have understood me and listened to me , were the warfare he was now engaged in only the red knight-errantry of an Indian seeking glory . But he had long since won his spurs . And this feud with Amochol was something far more deadly than mere warfare ; it was the clash of a Mohican Sagamore of the Sacred Clan with the dreadful and abhorred priesthood of the Senecas -- the hatred and infuriated contempt of a noble and ordained priest for the black-magic of a sorcerer -- orthodoxy , militant and terrible , scourging blasphemy and crushing its perverted acolytes at the very feet of their Antichrist . I began to understand this strange , stealthy slaughter in the dark , which only the eyes of the midnight sky looked down on , while I lay soundly sleeping . I knew that nothing I could say would now keep this Siwanois at my side at night . Yet , he had been given me to guard . What should I do ?