It must have been past eight.

The Devon officers had long finished breakfast, and after inspecting the lines were gathered for orderly room in their mess.
It is a fairly large shed on a platform of beaten earth, levelled in the side of the hill.

The roof, of corrugated iron and earth, covered with tarpaulin, would hardly even keep out splinters, and is only supported on rough wooden beams.

It is impossible to construct sufficient head shelter.

The ground is so rocky that all you can do with it is to build walls and traverses.