midnight
It is good play to assist your partner , '' the half-breed replied sententiously . Through all , the Indian had remained stoical . But McGann , who swore by Trafford -- as he had once sworn by another of the Trafford race -- had his heart on his lips , and said : `` There 's a swate little cherub that sits up aloft , Who cares for the soul of poor Jack ! '' It was long after midnight ere they settled down again , with the wreck of the forest round them . Only the Indian slept ; the others were alert and restless . They were up at daybreak , and on their way before sunrise , filled with desire for prey . They had not travelled far before they emerged upon a plateau .