about five o’clock in the morning of July 11th
I can not say whether it was a generous wrath at the killing of her humble champion or a mere blind fury which overcame this inclination . But she knew now neither pain nor fear . With a shrill scream she rushed at Valders-Roan , and for five minutes a whirling cloud of earth and grass and lumps of sod moved irregularly over the field , and tails , heads , and legs were seen flung and tossed madly about , while an occasional shriek of rage or of pain startled the night , and re-echoed with a weird resonance between the mountains . It was about five o'clock in the morning of July 11th , that Erik awoke , with a vague sense that something terrible had happened . His groom was standing at his bedside with a terrified face , doubtful whether to arouse his young master or allow him to sleep . `` What has happened , Anders ? '' cried Erik , tumbling out of bed .