midnight
`` Hi ! now 's de charnce ter fix dat ar bizness ! '' and he made his preparations . Shortly before midnight he crept like a cat under the overseer 's window . The heavy snoring rose and fell reassuringly , sweet as music to Chunk 's ears . Not so the angry , restless growling of the savage bloodhound chained within . `` But you doan kotch me dis yere time fer all yer fuss , Marse Grip , '' the negro muttered .