four o'clock
Lizzie indeed talked freely with them , but I held my tongue and glowered -LRB- I dare say -RRB- in my foolish hate . Margery kept to the house . 'T was , I think , on August 15th that the first hope of release came to us , by the King 's troops seizing the ford-head across the river ; and this happened as suddenly as our first surprise . Lizzie and I were carrying down our baskets at four o'clock that day , when we heard a sound of musketry on the St. Veep shore and on top of it a bugle twice blown . Running to the top of a knoll from which the river spread in view , I saw some rebels of our detachment splashing out from shore in a hurry . The leaders reached mid-stream or thereabouts , and paused . Doubtless they could see better than I what was happening ; for after they had stood there a couple of minutes , holding their fire -- the musketry on the St. Veep bank continuing all the while -- some twenty men came running out of the woods there and fled across towards us , many bullets splashing into the water behind them .