ten o'clock
And we wait , unoccupied , and weary of waiting , until we sit down , close-pressed against each other , in the dark and the desert . Some hours later Adjutant Marcassin comes forward , a lantern in his hand , and in a strident voice calls the roll . Then he goes away , and we begin again to wait . At ten o'clock , after several false alarms , the right train is announced . It comes up , distending as it comes , black and red . It is already crowded , and it screams . It stops , and turns the platform into a street .