eleven o'clock
He passed along as rapidly as Ceph could travel over the rocks and dirt , keeping to the brook just so long as the negro remained in sight . As soon as the colored man was lost to view , he turned at right angles to the direction he had been travelling , to throw any possible pursuer off the trail . Having left the brook which had been his guide , the major found it no easy matter to set himself right again concerning the direction of Chickamauga Creek . The way was dark and uncertain , and it was not until eleven o'clock that he came out at a point where a ledge of rock several yards in height overlooked the stream that divided the armies of the North and the South . All was quiet ; so quiet that one would imagine the neighborhood deserted . But Major Lyon was not to be taken unawares , and leading Ceph back into the brush , he made a survey of the situation on foot . Presently he found a safe path into the stream , with no picket guards within a hundred feet on either side .