eleven o’clock in the morning
They will even go so far as to poison the springs where these fowl habitually drink . But in our case , all we could do was fire at them on the wing , which left us little chance of getting one . And in truth , we used up a good part of our ammunition in vain . Near eleven o'clock in the morning , we cleared the lower slopes of the mountains that form the island 's center , and we still had n't bagged a thing . Hunger spurred us on . The hunters had counted on consuming the proceeds of their hunting , and they had miscalculated . Luckily , and much to his surprise , Conseil pulled off a right-and-left shot and insured our breakfast .