three o'clock
As it was , the horse stood out of the fray , theirs upon the summit of the hill , ours -LRB- under Col. John Digby -RRB- on the other slope , to protect the town and act as reserve . The foot , in four parties , was disposed about the hill on all sides ; to the west -- as we know -- under Sir John Berkeley and Sir Bevill Grenville ; to the south under General Hopton and Lord Mohun ; to the east under the Colonels Tom Basset and William Godolphin ; while the steep side to the north was stormed by Sir Nicholas Slanning and Colonel Godolphin , with their companies . And as we had but eight small pieces of cannon and were in numbers less than one to two , all we had to do was to march up the hill in face of their fire , catch a knock on the head , may be , grin , and come on again . But at three o'clock , we , having been for the sixth time beaten back , were panting under cover of a hedge , and Sir John Berkeley , near by , was writing on a drumhead some message to the camp , when there comes a young man on horseback , his face smear 'd with dirt and dust , and rides up to him and Sir Bevill . 'T was -LRB- I have since learn 'd -RRB- to say that the powder was all spent but a barrel or two : but this only the captains knew at the time . `` Very well , then , '' cries Sir Bevill , leaping up gaily . `` Come along , boys -- we must do it this time . ''