About
four in the morning
Horses all right ? '' `` Yes , sir . '' Without-undressing he fell on his camp-bed and , towards dusk thinking with grim humour of his wife and the Penhallow guns , fell asleep . About four in the morning the mad clamour of battle awakened him . He got up and went out of the tent . The night air was hot and oppressive . Far to our right there was the rattle of musketry and the occasional upward flare of cannon flashes against low-lying clouds .