ten o’clock
As to the friend whom chance had given them , they had just lost him , and fearful might be his fate . Michael had thrown himself down under the brushwood at the side of the road . Nadia stood beside him , waiting for the word from him to continue the march . It was ten o'clock . The sun had more than three hours before disappeared below the horizon . There was not a house in sight . The last of the Tartars was lost in the distance .