midnight
Dis is what we call throwin ' de houn 's off de scent . Pure Nigger cunnin ' , here me ? Git up , Nell . '' It was near the midnight hour when the horse , panting for breath , paused at a lonely rickety old station . The men alighted . `` Hit 's jes ' twenty minutes pas ' eleven , '' said Bob Jones glancing at his watch . `` Now that train 's comin ' long here in er few minutes .