four o'clock
Even then Josephine did not speak , but looked up at him , and smiled her thanks . In his eyes , his touch , even his subdued breath , were the whispers of his adoration . Movement roused Jean from his Indian-like silence . As Philip moved back , he called : `` It is four o'clock , M'sieur . We will have darkness in an hour . There is a place to camp and tepee poles ready cut on the point ahead of us . '' Fifteen minutes later Philip ran his canoe ashore close to Jean Croisset 's on a beach of white sand .