nearly one o'clock in the morning
O God , help him and protect him ! '' Thus it came to pass at the time Tom Pollard tried for the first time in many months to pray , and to formulate his distracted thoughts , Alice Lister was kneeling by her bedside also trying to pray . Tom Pollard 's mind was suddenly brought back to mundane things . It was now nearly one o'clock in the morning , and the night was chilly ; a breeze having sprung up , the clouds had rolled away . He distinctly heard a shout , and as far as he could make out it came from the German trenches , which were not far away . `` Holloa ! '' `` Holloa ! ''