Harry felt that it was merely a preliminary to the dawn, and he asked Dalton if he did not think so, too.
"It's too dark for me to see the face of my watch," said Dalton, "but I know you're right, Harry.

I can just feel the coming of the dawn.

It's some quality in the air.

I think it grows a little colder than it has been in the other hours of the night." "I can feel the wind freshening on my face.

It nips a bit for a May morning." They slackened speed a little, wishing to save their horses for a final burst, and stopped once or twice for a second or two to listen for the sound of other hoofbeats than their own.