one o’clock in the morning
Even the bells on the shafts could no longer rouse them , and they stumbled every instant . `` At what time shall we reach the top of the ridge ? '' asked Michael of the iemschik . `` At one o'clock in the morning if we ever get there at all , '' replied he , with a shake of his head . `` Why , my friend , this will not be your first storm in the mountains , will it ? '' `` No , and pray God it may not be my last ! '' `` Are you afraid ? ''