five o'clock
Sometime in the night the tumult in his brain and heart subsided and he fell into a profound sleep . The next thing he knew the kindly roughness of his comrades wakened him with shakes and wet sponges flying through the air , and he opened his consciousness to the world again and heard the bugle blowing for roll call . Another day had dawned grayly and he must get up . They set him on his feet , and bantered him into action , and he responded with his usual wit that put them all in howls of laughter , but as he stumbled into place in the line in the five o'clock dawning he realized that a heavy weight was on his heart which he tried to throw off . What did it matter what Ruth Macdonald did with her life ? She was nothing to him , never had been and never could be . If only he had not written that letter all would now be as it always had been .