midnight
`` If we had even a part of one of those clean-ups we could send Wheaton outside . '' In the midst of his bitterness a thought struck him . He made as though to speak , then closed his mouth ; but his partner 's eyes were on him , filled with a suppressed but growing fire . Dextry lowered his voice cautiously : `` There 'll be twenty thousand dollars in them sluices to-night at midnight . '' Glenister stared back while his pulse pounded at something that lay in the other 's words . `` It belongs to us , '' the young man said . `` There would n't be anything wrong about it , would there ? ''