eight o'clock
The widow 's son gladly vaulted on the animal . `` Sorden , '' continued Van Dorn , `` you know all the roads : lead the way ! Whitecar , go with him ! We rendezvous at Punch Hall at eight o'clock . The order of march is in pairs , a quarter to half a mile apart . If any man acts in anything without orders , or halloos upon the road , he may get this lash or he may get my knife . '' `` Captain , where do we feed ? ''