ten o'clock
It was a long walk . The path bent and twisted , and now and then we lost it . We were climbing as we went . Oddly there were no lights ahead , although it was only ten o'clock , -- not later . Hotchkiss kept a little ahead of me , knocking into trees now and then , but finding the path in half the time I should have taken . Once , as I felt my way around a tree in the blackness , I put my hand unexpectedly on his shoulder , and felt a shudder go down my back . `` What do you expect me to do ? ''