half after ten o'clock
All were secure and in perfect order . The one in Manuelito 's hands , therefore , was probably `` Gregg 's , '' or an extra `` pair '' that he had in his wagon . There was nothing out of the way about that after all , so Pike resumed his watch towards the west , where still the Apache beacon was burning . It must have been half after ten o'clock . Manuelito had slunk down by the fire , and not a sound was to be heard except Jim 's musical snore , and a little cropping noise among the horses . Yet Pike 's quick ear caught , far out on the prairie to the west , the sound of hoofs coming towards him . `` When those Apaches named a horse ` click-click ' they must have struck one that interfered , '' he muttered .