half past five o'clock
Now if she be given but one moment 's grace to swing into the bank ! The roar behind her made her faint as she listened . For the first time she turned and looked back , and the cry of her despair went up and was lost , as boat and message and messenger were lost , -- gone utterly , gorged at one leap by the senseless flood . * * * * * At half past five o'clock that afternoon the men of the camp filed out of the tunnel , along the new road-bed , with the low sunlight in their faces . It was `` Saturday night , '' and the whole force was in good humor . As they tramped gayly along , tools and instruments glinting in the sun , word went down the line that something unusual had been going on by the river . There seemed to have been a wild uprising of its waters since they saw it last .