four in the morning
She could not gage his conception of real speed if the gait he struck was not `` too fast . '' They were through New Westminster and rolling across the Fraser bridge before she was well settled in the seat , breasting the road with a lurch and a swing at the curves , a noise under that long hood like giant bees in an empty barrel . Ninety miles of road good , bad and indifferent , forest and farm and rolling hill , and the swamps of Sumas Prairie , lies between Vancouver and Roaring Lake . At four in the morning , with dawn an hour old , they woke the Rosebud ferryman to cross the river . Twenty minutes after that Stella was stepping stiffly out of the machine before Roaring Springs hospital . The doctor 's Chinaman was abroad in the garden . She beckoned him .