about eight
o’clock
Poor Callaghan , that 's gone , shot his man always that way . He had a way of looking without winking that was very fatal at a short distance ; a very good thing to learn , Charley , when you have a little spare time . '' Half-an-hour 's sharp driving brought us to the river side , where a boat had been provided by Considine to ferry us over . It was now about eight o'clock , and a heavy , gloomy morning . Much rain had fallen overnight , and the dark and lowering atmosphere seemed charged with more . The mountains looked twice their real size , and all the shadows were increased to an enormous extent . A very killing kind of light it was , as the count remarked .