eleven o'clock
Then , cautiously , noiselessly , the light coverlet was partly raised , the weary little curly heads were pillowed close beside the mother 's , and then , leaving the night light turned low , stealthily they drew away and waited . `` She never sleeps more 'n an hour or two at a time , '' whispered the steward . `` She 'll be sure to wake before long , '' and so they lingered near the doorway , and Camp Almy , much of it , clustered in the moonlight without . Ten , fifteen minutes passed , and still there was no sound from the darkened room , and then , over at the guardhouse , the sentry on Number One started the call of eleven o'clock . Number Two , at the storehouse , took it up in his turn and trolled off his `` All 's well , '' and then it was Number Three 's turn , out just under the edge of the bench , and Three muffled his voice and strove to turn it into a lullaby as he began , and , as the first words of the soldier watch cry came floating in through the partly open window , Mrs. Archer 's hand stole forth and clasped that of Mrs. Stannard 's , for the mother had begun to stir . Then , finger on lips , in tremulous excitement , those loving-hearted friends bent forward , and the watchers , five , listened and gazed , the women quivering with sympathy and emotion , for Mrs. Bennett 's dark head was slowly lifting from the pillow , and then , all on a sudden went up a piercing cry -- in a very agony of joy -- incredulous , intolerable -- '' _ Danny ! _ DANNY !