may,
about midnight
On this particular night they seemed to have got quite lost among the hills . At every stage of ten or twelve English miles they changed horses and drivers . The drivers on this particular stage were more stupid than usual , or Fred Temple was not so bright . Be that as it may , about midnight they arrived at a gloomy , savage place , lying deep among the hills , with two or three wooden huts , so poor-looking and so dirty that a well-bred dog would have objected to go into them . Fred pulled up when he came to this place , and Grant 's pony pulled up when his nose touched the back of Fred 's cart . Grant himself and his man were sound asleep . In a few seconds Sam joined them .