midnight
D'ri knew the shortest way out of the woods in any part of the north country . Thurst had travelled the forest from Albany to Sackett 's Harbor , and was the best hunter that ever trod a trail in my time . The night was dark , but we rode at a gallop until we had left the town far behind us . We were at Morristown before midnight , pounding on the door of the Red Tavern . The landlord stuck his head out of an upper window , peering down at us by the light of a candle . `` Everything quiet ? '' I asked .