midnight
`` Gineral Jackson ? Fo ' de Lawd , niggah ! yo ' ai n't looking ter fin ' de gineral heah at dis heah hour ? He done clar out ` roun ' er bout midnight . Reckon by now he 's whipping de Yankees in de Valley ! '' In the dark night , several miles from Frederickshall , two riders , one leading , one following , came upon a picket . `` Halt ! ''