about eleven o’clock
What ! Am I not sick also with love for my daughter and anxious to learn her fate ? '' `` As you will , wife , '' answered Jan ; `` perhaps it is well that we three should not separate who have been together always , '' and he went to see about the waggon . As soon as the moon rose , which was about eleven o'clock , the oxen were inspanned . Before we started , however , several of our friends came praying us not to venture on so perilous a journey ; indeed , they threatened even to use force to prevent us , and I think would have done so had not Jan told them outright that we were our own masters and free to go where we wished . So they departed , grieving over our obstinacy , and little guessing that their danger was far greater than our own , since as it chanced just as they had trekked through the Van Reenen 's Pass a few days later a Zulu impi , returning from the Weenen massacres , fell upon them unawares and killed more than half their number before they were beaten off . So we trekked with the moon , Gaasha guiding us , and did not outspan till dawn .