about
eleven o'clock
It was not to be wondered at , for it was the third day since he had closed an eye . Without a word she took the reins from his hands , and in a few minutes more had the satisfaction of seeing him slumbering peacefully with his head upon his breast . The high sides of the sleigh kept him in position . When he awoke he found it was about eleven o'clock , and that once more they were in the wooded bluff country . `` You have let me sleep too long , Dorothy , '' he said . `` It 's time we called a halt for breakfast Besides , we must send those breeds back . '' He whistled to Jacques , who called to Bastien , and in another minute or two the sleighs were pulled up .