midnight
Wilmshurst had no definite idea of the fellow 's position . He could only surmise , basing his assumption on the report of the rifle , that he was either on the kopje ahead or else concealed behind one of the boulders on its side . `` Fritz knows how to play a waiting game too , I see , '' muttered Wilmshurst , as he deliberately wiped off a globule of water that had dropped upon the backsight of his rifle . `` Hope he wo n't keep me waiting about till after midnight . I must stick it till he shows up . '' The wounded subaltern bore no animosity towards the man who had shot him . In a true soldierly spirit he realised that the Hun had acted like a sportsman .