midnight
And the roan spattered through puddles and splashed ink -- mud , that is -- until I was in a frenzy of irritation . `` What are we going to say when we get there ? '' I asked after I had finally taken the reins in my one useful hand . `` Get out there at midnight and tell the servants we have come to ask a few questions about the family ? It 's an idiotic trip anyhow ; I wish I had stayed at home . '' The roan fell just then , and we had to crawl out and help him up . By the time we had partly unharnessed him our matches were gone , and the small bicycle lamp on the buggy was wavering only too certainly .