ten o’clock
`` What is the time ? '' she said at last . Her father struck a match and looked at his watch . It was ten o'clock ; they had been fifteen hours away from the waggon and without food . At intervals Mr. Clifford , who had remounted , fired his rifle . Now there was but one cartridge left , and having caught sight of his daughter 's exhausted face by the light of the match , he fired this also , though in that desperate wilderness there was little hope of its bringing succour . `` Shall we stop or go on ? ''