about five o'clock in the evening
He drew his short hunting knife and thrust it up to the hilt in the horse 's chest , the horse reared with a scream of dismay . Benedict left his knife with its living sheath , ran between the horse 's legs , leapt over the parapet of the bridge and sprang , armed as he was , into the Main . As he fell , he cast a last look at the spot where Karl had disappeared , but his gaze sought his friend in vain . It was about five o'clock in the evening . Benedict had jumped into the Main on the left side of the bridge ; the current carried him towards the arches . When he came to the surface he looked round him and saw a boat moored to one of them . A man was lying in the boat .