one o'clock
This road I was on led up the York . The map was worthless now . Of course , I might run foul of scouts and flying parties ; those people I must watch for . I supposed it was one o'clock , and that I yet had fifteen miles to go , for I had made my route much longer than the main road ; but I counted that I had gained greatly , for I was in comparative safety , and had five hours yet . The road ahead I knew nothing about , but it was running in the correct course for Eltham 's Landing high up on the river . Soon I came to a fork . Which branch should I take ?