midnight
`` Come back to-night , señor , '' he had begged . And now The Kid was on his way to the don 's hacienda . He had purposely timed his visit so that he would reach Floristo 's rancho at a late hour . Already it was after midnight . Blizzard was unusually full of spirit . The slow pace to which The Kid held him was hardly an outlet for his restless energy . `` Steady , boy , '' The Kid whispered .