five o'clock
`` Eight , Curtis . '' `` Strike one and let us see the time . '' He did so , and in contrast to the dense darkness the flame nearly blinded us . It was five o'clock by my watch . The beautiful dawn was now blushing on the snow-wreaths far over our heads , and the breeze would be stirring the night mists in the hollows . `` We had better eat something and keep up our strength , '' I suggested . `` What is the good of eating ? ''