two o'clock
`` I 'll git drink wid it , '' Dave muttered , going ; and , as he passed out of the stable-door he looked back at Samson fiercely , and exclaimed , `` May Satan burn your body as he will burn my soul . I hate you , man , long as you live ! '' Jimmy Phoebus remarked , a few moments afterwards , that Dave , dividing a pint of spirits with a lean little mulatto boy , put a piece of money in the boy 's hands , who then rode rapidly out of the tavern-yard upon a fleet Chincoteague pony . At two o'clock they again set forward , the man Dave driving the carriage and Jimmy Phoebus sitting beside him , while Samson easily kept alongside upon his old roan mule , the road becoming more sandy as they ascended the plateau between the Wicomico and Nanticoke , and the carriage drawing hard . `` If it is too late to keep on beyond Vienna to-night , '' said Mrs. Custis , `` I will stop there with my friends , the Turpins , and start again , after coffee , in the morning , and reach Cambridge for breakfast . '' `` I will turn off at Spring Hill , '' Samson spoke , `` and I kin feed my mule at sundown in Laurel an ' go to sleep . '' In an hour they came in sight of old Spring Hill church , a venerable relic of the colonial Established Church , at the sources of a creek called Rewastico ; and before they crossed the creek the driver , Dave , called `` Ho , ho ! ''