About midnight
Evening was drawing on , and a slight transparent mist had overspread the valley . Imre was desirous of reaching Kolozsvar * early on the next morning , and continued his route all night . * Klausenburg . About midnight the moon rose behind the trees , shedding her silvery light over the forest . All was still , excepting the echo of the miner 's hammer , and the monotonous sound of his horse 's step along the rocky path . He rode on , lost in thought ; when suddenly the horse stopped short , and pricked his ears . `` Come , come , '' said Imre , stroking his neck , `` you have not heard the cannon yet . ''