one o'clock
`` He has been captured at last . I always knew they would get him , one night . '' But that was not the night . At one o'clock there was suddenly a sound of lamentation in the front trench of the French on that sector . The soldiers who were sleeping crawled out of their holes in the sides of the trench walls , and crowded around the zigzag , narrow way and rubbed their eyes and listened to the laughter of officers and soldiers on duty . There was Hirondelle , solemn as a church , yet with a dancing light in his eyes . There , around him , crowded as sheep to a shepherd , twenty figures in German uniform stood with hands up and wet tears running down pasty cheeks .