midnight
After supper , just about dusk , we went over to the stable , caught our horses , saddled them , and tied them up for the night . We fully expected to leave town by ten o'clock , for it was a good twelve mile ride to the Saw Log . In making the rounds of the variety theatres and dance halls , we hung together . Lovell excused himself early in the evening , and at parting we assured him that the outfit would leave for camp before midnight . We were enjoying ourselves immensely over at the Lone Star dance hall , when an incident occurred in which we entirely neglected the good advice of McNulta , and had the sensation of hearing lead whistle and cry around our ears before we got away from town . Quince Forrest was spending his winnings as well as drinking freely , and at the end of a quadrille gave vent to his hilarity in an old-fashioned Comanche yell . The bouncer of the dance hall of course had his eye on our crowd , and at the end of a change , took Quince to task .