three in the morning
My ropes had become straws ; and I strove to frame some policy for the next hours . We now finished breakfast and set forth to catch the horses . As we drove them in I found that the Virginian was telling me a ghost story . `` At half-past three in the morning she saw her runaway daughter standing with a babe in her arms ; but when she moved it was all gone . Later they found it was the very same hour the young mother died in Nogales . And she sent for the child and raised it herself . I knowed them both back home .