two o'clock
The artillery were at it on our left , too , and there was a most infernal racket . The next thing I saw was those crazy Bavarians , with their little flat drums beating , and their fur-crested helmets all bobbing , marching calmly up the Geisberg . Jack , those fellows went through the vineyards like fiends astride a tempest . That was at two o'clock . The Prussian Crown-Prince rode into the town an hour before ; we could n't hold it -- Heaven knows why . That 's all I saw -- except the death of our general . '' `` General Douay ? ''