eleven o'clock
I let him lie undisturbed , and continued my vigil alone , feeling no inclination to sleep , every nerve throbbing almost painfully . Three or four men straggled into the saloon while I sat there , coming from the direction of the camp , and were doubtless waited upon by Sal . None remained long within , and all I saw of them were indistinct figures revealed for a moment , as the light streamed out through the opened door . One seemed to be an officer , wrapped in a cavalry cloak -- hunting after men out of bounds , possibly -- but , later than eleven o'clock , there were no more callers . Soon after that hour the light within was turned low . All the while I remained there , motionless , intently watchful for every movement about me , with Tim peacefully asleep on the leaves , my thought was with Eloise Beaucaire , and my mind torn with doubt as to the wisdom of my choice . Had I determined on the right course ?