about ten o'clock at night
One can not see himself starving , with food at hand . '' He was afraid I would report him ; he would have remained with the pillagers , but for the fear of being captured . I replied , to relieve his mind : `` Those are probably good fellows , but the sight of a cup of wine makes them forget everything . '' At length , about ten o'clock at night , we saw the bivouac fires , on a gloomy hill-side to the right of the village of Gauernitz , and of an old castle from which a few lights also shone . Farther on , in the plain , a great number of other fires were burning . The night was clear , and as we approached the bivouac , the sentry challenged : `` Who goes there ? '' `` France ! ''