midnight
When , at a later hour , the two sit together , drinking a last good-night draught , Borlasse places his lips close to the stranger 's ear , whispering as if it were Satan himself who spoke , '' _ Your name is not Philip Quantrell : 't is Richard Darke _ ! '' A rattlesnake sounding its harsh `` skirr '' under the chair on which the stranger is sitting could not cause him to start up more abruptly than he does , when Borlasse says : -- '' _ Your name is not Philip Quantrell : 't is Richard Darke _ ! '' He first half rises to his feet , then sits down again ; all the while trembling in such fashion , that the wine goes over the edge of his glass , sprinkling the sanded floor . Fortunately for him , all the others have retired to their beds , it being now a very late hour of the night -- near midnight . The drinking `` saloon '' of the Choctaw Chief is quite emptied of its guests . Even Johnny , the bar-keeper , has gone kitchen-wards to look after his supper . Only Borlasse witnesses the effect of his own speech ; which , though but whispered , has proved so impressive .