one o’clock
`` You talk like a book , Paganel , '' replied Glenarvan . `` And I am one ; and what 's more , you are welcome to turn over my leaves whenever you like . '' The book was right . At one o'clock the wind suddenly lulled , and the weary men fell asleep and woke at daybreak , refreshed and invigorated . It was the 20th of October , and the tenth day since they had left Talcahuano . They were still ninety miles from the point where the Rio Colorado crosses the thirty-seventh parallel , that is to say , about two days ' journey . Glenarvan kept a sharp lookout for the appearance of any Indians , intending to question them , through Thalcave , about Captain Grant , as Paganel could not speak to him well enough for this .