three o'clock
said General d'Auvergne , shaking me by the shoulder ; `` there again ! Do n't you hear the guns ? '' I listened , and could just distinguish the faint booming sound of far-off artillery coming up from the extreme right of our position . It was still but three o'clock , and although the sky was thick with stars , perfectly dark in the valley . Meanwhile we could bear the galloping of cavalry quite distinctly in the same direction . `` Mount , Burke , and back to the quartier-général ! But you need not ; here comes some of the staff . ''