Five o'clock
As I relaxed I realized I was tremendously weary . The cumulative exhaustion of the past thirty-six hours seemed to crowd upon me with a smothering sense of physical oppression . I looked at my watch and wound it . Five o'clock . Through the narrow slits near the roof of our swinging cell I could see the changing light of dawn , melting in with the rosy glow from the magnetic rays . My eyelids drooped heavily ... . When I awoke Foulet was standing near me , his arms folded across his chest , scowling thoughtfully .