eleven o'clock
Pike almost wished he had n't gone , for , as he grimly said , the fellow might have been good company and kept him from getting sleepy . Little by little the Indian chant was getting drowsy and the weird dancers , some of the younger braves , tired of the sport when there were neither admiring squaws or approving old chiefs to look on . The chiefs in this case , of course , had consumed the greater portion of the whiskey and were now sleeping off its soporific effects , and the youngsters could only remain where they were , keep watch and ward against surprise , and make no move in any direction until their elders should be themselves again , unless the sudden coming of enemies should compel them to rouse their leaders from their drunken slumbers and skip like so many goats for the highest parts of the mountain . Looking at his watch as he sipped his tin of coffee Pike noticed that it was now eleven o'clock . `` Oh , if I only knew that all was well with the captain , '' he muttered . `` And if I only knew where Sieber and the cavalry were to-night . '' Not until after two o'clock in the morning did the old soldier decide that it was time to `` turn over the command '' and seek a little rest himself .