three o'clock in the morning
His excitement grew . He strained his eyes , but he could see nothing in the dark ravine , or out there where the cannon roared , save the rapid , red flashes under the dim horizon . He had his watch and he had kept it running . Now he was able to make out that it was only three o'clock in the morning . A long time until day and he must wait until then to know what such a furious convulsion would achieve . The slow time passed , and there was no decrease of the fire . Once or twice he came away from the window and listened at the entrance to his little room , but he could hear nothing stirring in the larger chamber .