three o'clock in the morning
John Andrews had been sitting in a corner of the room . He got up . Something had made him think of the man he had known in the hospital who had said that was the life to make a feller feel fit . Getting up at three o'clock in the morning , you jumped out of bed just like a cat ... . He remembered how the olive-drab trousers had dangled , empty from the man 's chair . `` That 's nothing ; one of our sergeants had to have a new nose grafted on ... '' The village street was dark and deeply rutted with mud . Andrews wandered up and down aimlessly .