five o'clock
If you 're rested , girls , we 'll be going . '' The damp , clinging clouds appeared to have settled down to stay . The wind that had been blowing earlier in the day , when they ascended Pendle Tor , had ceased , and there was not even the breath of a breeze to blow away the clammy mist that was already drenching their clothes with a chilly dew . It was now half-past five o'clock , and they had been wandering for more than an hour . `` I have n't an idea where we are , nor how far we 've come , '' said Ralph . `` I only know I 've been steering east by the compass . Of course we 've been going very slowly , but I think we should n't be far from the brook .