twelve o’clock
A flag of truce came from the fort : the dead were removed on both sides and buried . Some Prussian officers strolled into the French lines . Civilities and cigars exchanged : `` Bon jour , '' `` Gooten daeg : '' then at it again , ding dong all down the line blazing and roaring . At twelve o'clock the besieged had got a man on horseback , on top of a hill , with colored flags in his hand , making signals . `` What are you up to now ? '' inquired Dard . `` You will see , '' said La Croix , affecting mystery ; he knew no more than the other .