nearly midnight
A slice of bread from his pocket , dipped into the clear stream , was his own meal . Then , out of the canyon , and up the mountain , and over the divide he went . All that afternoon he rode over a stretch of sagebrush plain . It was nearly midnight when he stopped at a mining camp . In the morning he sold his horse for three twenty-dollar gold pieces , and with his bundle on his back , walked to the railroad station , a distance of seven miles . `` I want a ticket , '' said he to the man at the little glass window . `` Where to ? ''