one o'clock
He consulted his wrist-watch . ` Jolly good time , too . Only twenty-five minutes behind my best . It 's not one o'clock . ' The next I knew I was lying flat on a pad of snow easing my cramped legs , while Wake shouted in my ear that we were in for something bad . I was aware of a driving blizzard , but I had no thought of anything but the blessed relief from pain . I lay for some minutes on my back with my legs stiff in the air and the toes turned inwards , while my muscles fell into their proper place .