midnight
Then silence . Wesley had no watch . The rebels had relieved him of that at Bull Run . But it must be quite midnight . He opened one of the windows softly . Oh , the glory of the night , harbinger of his high emprise , his deathless glory ! The wondrous , wondrous stillness of the scene -- and to think that over yonder , in the dark depths of the forest , fifty , perhaps a hundred , men were waiting for him -- for him ?