midnight
The wounded man dozed and stirred and dozed again . It was plain that the sands of his life were running low . Dinsmore , watching beside him , knew that it was the ebb tide . A little after midnight Overstreet roused himself , recognized the watcher , and nodded good-bye . `` So long , Homer . I 'm hittin ' the home trail now . '' His hand groped feebly till it found that of his friend .