about eleven o'clock
`` Well , I say ! '' exclaimed the frontiersman , giving Elam a good looking over , `` you are a brave lad , and I know you will come out all right . '' Elam carried the news to the wagon that there were no Indians between them and the fort , and afterward continued on his lonely way to the sheep-herder 's ranch . He came within sight of it about eleven o'clock that night , and , dismounting from his horse and leaving him on the open prairie , he proceeded to stalk it as he would an antelope , being careful that not a glimpse of him should be seen . It was a bright moonlight night , and for that reason he was doubly careful . There was something more than the saddle and bridle he wanted , and that was his blankets . There was some of the lunch left in there .