noon
Featherstone folded his arms and looked at Dacre , on whom again all eyes turned . He held in one hand the royal banner , fast to the halyards , and in the other hand his watch . At this moment the artillery trumpet heard before sounded much nearer , and it was answered , apparently , by other trumpets at different points of the camp . `` Gentlemen , '' said Dacre , drawing up his tall figure with superb pride , and looking calmly round the tent , `` in two minutes it will be noon -- the hour of our movement . Yonder rides the brave man who will proclaim the Monarchy , and it is too late now to warn him or his fellow-officers and patriots . We may draw back ; but they will go on . The world will be the witness .