four in the morning
`` In war times , war measures , '' they would always say as a last excuse . And each one was pressing closer to his neighbor in order to make a few more inches of room , and helping to wedge his scanty baggage among the other bundles swaying most precariously above . Little by little , Desnoyers was losing all his advantage as a first comer . These poor people who had been waiting for the train from four in the morning till eight at night , awakened his pity . The women , groaning with weariness , were standing in the corridors , looking with ferocious envy at those who had seats . The children were bleating like hungry kids . Julio finally gave up his place , sharing with the needy and improvident the bountiful supply of eatables with which Argensola had provided him .