about three
o'clock in the afternoon
`` Our day is coming ; we are young yet . '' The Duke bowed at the kind words , and he and Sydney smiled broadly at Geoffrey to show him that they were strong-hearted , just as they looked serious to make the Warder think they were working very hard indeed . The next two days were fine , and the Saturday opened with a smile that fell like a pall on the hearts that pined for freedom . But about three o'clock in the afternoon , as the two toilers on the windlass `` heaved '' laboriously , the Duke gave a little cry of joy , so low that only Sydney heard him . A large drop of rain had fallen on his hand , which he held toward Sydney . Five minutes later Geoffrey , who had been watching the clouds , bent his head to Featherstone , who was working in a cavity they had made in the cairn . `` To-night , I think , '' he said .