five o'clock
`` Yes , he is going ; his horse will be up at 4.30 ; he wants to see this cavalry , '' answered my friend the Captain for me . `` Yes ; it 's fine moonlight . The Colonel is going to do an attack on Cossack posts out in the hills , '' said the adjutant . So at five o'clock we again sallied out in the dust , the men in the ranks next me silhouetting one after the other more dimly until they disappeared in the enveloping cloud . They were cheerful , laughing and wondering one to another if Captain Garrard , the enemy , would get in on their pickets . He was regarded in the ranks as a sharp fellow , one to be well looked after . At the line of hills where the Colonel stopped , the various troops were told off in their positions , while the long cool shadows of evening stole over the land , and the pale moon began to grow bolder over on the left flank .