morning, about six o’clock
They are probably trying to outsnore each other at the present moment . '' `` In that case , '' said Morgan , `` good-night to them , and to us also . '' Ten minutes later the wish was granted , and the two young men were sleeping , as if they did not have danger for a bed-fellow . That same morning , about six o'clock , at the cold gray breaking of a February day , a rider , spurring a post-hack and preceded by a postilion who was to lead back the horse , left Bourg by the road to Mâcon or Saint-Julien . We say Mâcon _ or _ Saint-Julien , because about three miles from the capital of Bresse the road forks ; the one to the right keeping straight on to Saint-Julien , the other , which deviates to the left , leading to Mâcon . When the rider reached this bifurcation , he was about to take the road leading to Mâcon , when a voice , apparently coming from beneath an upset cart , implored his pity . The rider called to the postilion to see what the matter was .