about one o'clock in the morning
He spoke bravely , but his words came from the lips only , and this we all knew . Sitting down on a coil of rope , we waited for the night to pass , longing for yet dreading the appearance of another dawn . It was dreadfully silent , except when some poor fellow broke the stillness with his groans and cries of anguish . It was , as nearly as I could judge , about one o'clock in the morning , when José suddenly sprang to his feet with a cry of joy . `` What is it ? '' I asked ; and he , clapping his hands , exclaimed , -- `` Lightning ! See , there is another flash .