about two in the
morning
An hour later , with a horse and light buggy , procured from a neighbor , they drove out into the warm , sweet June night . At Chardon , they paused for half an hour , to breathe the horse , and went on . Bart was a good horseman , from loving and knowing horses , and drove with skill and judgment . They talked little on the road , and at about two in the morning they drove up to the old American House in Painesville , and , with his mother on his arm , Barton started out on River Street , to the residence of Mr. Hitchcock . How silent the streets ! and how ghostly the white houses stood , in the stillness of the night ! and how like a dream it all seemed !