midnight
Father in Heaven , who should know it better than I ? '' The man throws up his arms , and totters back and falls into a seat from very weakness . `` Do I know that they are after me ? For more than half a year I have fled ; night and day , and day and night I have fled , hidden away ; starting up at midnight from down among the cattle , where I had crept to keep warm ; and then on , on and on , out into the snow , the storm , over the frozen ground , to the deep canyon and dark woods , where , naked and bleeding , I disputed with the bear for his bed in the hollow tree . '' The boy springs to the door . Is it the storm that is tugging and rattling at the latch ? But the girl seems to see , to heed , to hear only John Logan .