About ten o’clock
Her face and voice were the face and voice of some glad diviner , triumphantly carrying her own augury . Under a little grove of trees she walked until sunset , passing the beads of her rosary through her fingers , and mechanically whispering the prayers appointed . The act undoubtedly quieted her , but Antonia knew that she lay awake all night , praying for the living or the dead . About ten o'clock of the morning of the 22d , a horseman was seen coming toward the camp at full speed . Women and children stood breathlessly waiting his approach . No one could speak . If a child moved , the movement was angrily reproved .