ten o'clock
No time was there in those awful hours to listen to the groans of the stricken ones nor to close the dying eyes . Not a soul of us in those sand-pits had any thought that we should ever see another sunset . All we could do was to put the highest price upon our lives . It was ten o'clock in the forenoon . The firing about the island had almost ceased , and the silence was more ominous than the noise of bullets . Over on the bluff the powers were gathering . The sunlight glinted on their arms and lighted up their fantastic equipments of war .