ten o’clock
The child ran to the place where the fighting had , as he said , taken place . In the moonlight he found the heap of bodies , but his father was not among them , and he came back whistling joyously , having picked up several five-franc pieces trampled in the mud and overlooked by the victors . His mother was sitting on a stool beside the fire , employed in spinning flax . He made a negative sign to her , and then , ten o'clock having struck from the tower of Saint-Leonard , he went to bed , muttering a prayer to the holy Virgin of Auray . At dawn , Barbette , who had not closed her eyes , gave a cry of joy , as she heard in the distance a sound she knew well of hobnailed shoes , and soon after Galope-Chopine 's scowling face presented itself . `` Thanks to Saint-Labre , '' he said , `` to whom I owe a candle , the Gars is safe . Do n't forget that we now owe three candles to the saint . ''