one o'clock
... I raised myself on my elbow and looked at the country . We jolted over a little brook , brushed through a thicket of trees , came on to a path running at the forest 's foot , and saw on our left a little wooden house , a high wood fire burning in front of it . I looked at my watch . It was one o'clock . Already a very faint glow throbbed in the sky . Out of the forest , at long intervals , came a dull booming sound like the shutting of a heavy iron door . The wagons drew up .