midnight
But do let 's hurry back to camp . '' On their way back they met Gwendolin Morton and the young German secretary , Franz Heller . Gwendolin had sprained her ankle in getting over a log , and had given up her part in the hunt . By midnight nearly all the coon hunters had returned to the log cabin for repairs before making their way down the hill again . Reginald Latham sat before the fire drying his wet clothes . `` What is the matter with you , Reginald ? '' asked his uncle , sharply .