midnight
there is a God ! _ '' from the silent earth on which they strike . And so , on through the tempest and the night , flying from that which no man can leave behind . It was near midnight when Frank Muller drew rein at a wretched and lonely mud hut built on the banks of the Vaal , and flanked by an equally miserable shed . The place was silent as the grave ; not even a dog barked . `` That beast of a Kafir is not here , '' he said aloud , `` I will have him flogged to death . Hendrik !