eight o’clock
One hundred and twenty miles to be covered in , say , fourteen hours over rough country with some hills ! Well , on the other hand , the roads were fairly good and dry , with no flooded rivers to cross , although there might be one to swim , and there was a full moon . It could be done -- barely , and now I was glad indeed that Hernan Pereira had not won my swift mare in that shooting match . I called to Hans , who was loafing about outside , and said quietly : `` I ride to Port Elizabeth , and must be there by eight o'clock to-morrow morning . '' `` Allemachte ! '' exclaimed Hans , who had been that road several times . `` You will go with me , and from Port Elizabeth on to Delagoa Bay .