midnight
asked Holden . `` Aboot fifteen mile as we will travel , twenty at the least by the path Haggis 'll follow . Oh , ay , Haggis 'll be all right . There 's no fear o ' him not turning up aboot midnight . He 's no ' quite ceevilised yet , for he canna mind a ' the words o ' ` Auld Lang Syne ' and ` Rule Britannia . ' But he 's ceevilised enough to be dependable . You wait at the Old Crossing till we turn up , Haggis ! ''