ten o'clock
Hardinge pursued his journey without further episodes of interest . The road between Quebec and Three Rivers was not what it is at present . There were no corduroys across the swamps , no bridges over the streams and the way was blocked for miles upon miles by the unpruned forest , through which a bridle path was the only route . Notwithstanding all these drawbacks , however , our horseman had reached Three Rivers , stabled his grey , and delivered his despatches before ten o'clock that night . He was very tired , indeed , when he retired to rest , but this did not prevent the youthful brain from dreaming , and the youthful lips from murmuring : `` Beautiful rebel ! '' His name was Baptiste , but he went by the more familiar appellation of Batoche . His residence was a hut near the Falls of Montmorenci , and there he led the life of a hermit .