about two o'clock in the morning
I was glad to come to Quebec , and I 'll be equally glad to leave . '' `` And we can see the lodges of the Hodenosaunee again , '' said Tayoga , his eyes glistening . `` Yes , Tayoga , and glad I 'll be to be once more among your great people , the hunters of the hills . '' It was about two o'clock in the morning , when Robert went to bed , and he slept very late . Willet awoke shortly after dawn , dressed himself and went to the window , where he stood , gazing absently at the deepening sunlight on the green hills , although he saw the incidents of the heated night before far more vividly . He was a man who did not favor bloodshed , though it was a hard and stern age , and the slaying of Boucher , who would have added another to his victims , did not trouble him even the morning after . In his mind was the thought , expressed so powerfully , that the mills of God grind slowly , but they grind exceeding small .