ten o'clock
The monitor had left one dying shriek in the ether , and the waiting garrison had heard . Merril knew it , and so did I . We moved forward calmly , into the jaws of hell . * * * * * The _ Arrow _ attacked from ten o'clock , low on the horizon , the _ Hound _ from twelve o'clock high . We swept in over the batteries of pulsating projectors , raining down our bombs . The ground shuddered and shook with the fury of exploding uranium and the sky was laced with a net of fiery death . The _ Hound _ shrieked her protest as I swung her about for another attack .