about midnight
What was to be done now ? That was the question . How far away , we asked , were the men ? Well , it was about midnight when Cinnamon was wounded , and now it was noon . Except the three or four hours that he had lain in the bushes , he had been travelling in a straight line all the time , as fast as he could with his broken leg . And did men travel fast ? No ; they moved very slowly , and always on their hind-legs .