midnight
Just as they were about to start off Tom had swept the moonlit trail with his night-glass , but there was no sign of the Fogers , though they may have seen their rivals start off . `` Let her go ! '' ordered Tom , and they were once more underway . It was about five miles to where the trail divided , and it was midnight when they got there , for the going was not easy . `` Now , which way , '' asked Delazes , as the caravan came to a halt . `` To the left or right ? '' `` Let me see , '' mused Tom , trying to remember the map the African missionary had sent him .