midnight
And I after him . We dashed into the corn , and raced like mad to head the stampeding beasts . It was the strangest sensation in the world , galloping in the moonlight through the waving corn , which was up to our horses ' shoulders . It made me quite giddy for a second or two , but I galloped madly on after my companion , who , with his shrill cowboy yells , helped the roaring cattle to wake the midnight silences of the valley . I joined in the yelling , too , and , so soon as our voices were heard , there was a chorus in reply from where we had left the rest of our party . `` We shall never head them , '' I cried . `` Perhaps not , but we 'll try , '' answered the vaquero , as we tore onward .