ten o'clock
His raw , blistered fingers shrank from his hammer-handle , from the sun-heated iron bar . The muscles which through long idleness had grown soft , and which had been taxed all day yesterday , cried out with sharp pains as to-day they were called upon . He had thought that the night would have rested him ; instead it had but made his arms and hands and back stiff and unfit . When ten o'clock came he felt as tired as he had been last night at quitting-time . The heat was more intense , the day sultry , with a thin film of clouds across the gray sky allowing the sun 's rays to scorch the earth , refusing to let the sand radiate the heat which clung to it like a bank of heavy steam . Their water-bottle , although they kept it always in the shade of some scorched tree or bush , grew as warm as the air about it . Still Conniston drank great quantities of the warm water until even it warred against him and made him sick .