about midnight
Rogers and Willet also slept , but Robert still lay there awake , seeing many pictures through his wide-open eyes , Quebec , the lost Stadacona of the Mohawks , the St. Lawrence , Tandakora , the huge Ojibway who had hunted him so fiercely , St. Luc , De Courcelles , and all the others who had passed out of his life for a while , though he felt now , with the prescience of old King Hendrik , that they were coming back again . His path would lie for a long time away from cities and the gay and varied life that appealed to him so much , and would lead once more through the wilderness , which also appealed to him , but in another way . Hence when he slept his wonderfully vivid imagination did not permit him to sleep as soundly as the others . He awoke about midnight and sat up on his blanket , looking around at the sleeping forms , dim in the darkness . He distinguished Tayoga near him , just beyond him the mighty figure of Willet , then that of Rogers , scarcely less robust , and farther on some of the white men . He did not see Black Rifle , but he felt sure that he was in the forest , looking for the signs of Indians and hoping to find them . Daganoweda also was invisible and it was likely that the fiery young Mohawk chief was outside the camp on an errand similar to that of Black Rifle .