ten in the morning
One breathed weariness instead of wine . We could not possibly have lost the way , because our crawling column had left a swath behind it of trampled grass and trodden crossing-places where the track wound and rewound in a game of hide-and-seek with tinkling streams . But we began to wonder , nevertheless , why we caught up with nobody . It was drawing on to ten in the morning , and I had dozed off for about the dozenth time , with my horse in pretty much the same condition , when I heard Will 's voice at last , and looked up . He was standing alone on a ledge overlooking the track , but I could see the ends of rifles sticking up close by . If we had been an enemy , we should have stood small chance against him . `` Where are the rest of you ? ''