Three o'clock
We now left the summit of the long ridge and rode down a long spur that tended down into a deep cross valley . `` What time is it ? '' I asked . `` Three o'clock , '' he replied , `` we will soon hear the roosters crowing . '' In an hour 's time we had reached the depth of the valley . It must have been beautiful a few hours before , but now it was as black as the Valley of The Shadow . `` Look here , Jim , there 's quite a stream , '' I cried .