midnight
`` Is that story still believed here ? '' asked Houston . `` More or less , '' replied Lyle . `` There is just enough faith in it , that , excepting Jack , '' and she nodded slightly to Miss Gladden , `` there is not a miner in camp who could be hired to pass through that part of the gulch at midnight , for fear of seeing the phantom horse and his rider . '' `` Possibly , '' said Miss Gladden , `` it would be well for us to adjourn for the night , or we may have a glimpse of the phantoms ; it must be after ten o'clock . '' `` After ten , impossible ! '' exclaimed Rutherford , springing to his feet ; `` I beg your pardon , ladies , for having detained you so long ; I never dreamed it was so late . ''