two o'clock
At eleven o'clock in the morning Bill Carmody ordered his teams to the stables . At twelve o'clock , when the men crowded into the grub-shack , the air was filled with fine particles of flinty snow , and the roar of the wind through the pine-tops was the mighty roar of the surf of a pounding sea . At one o'clock the boss called `` gillon , '' and with loud shouts and rough horse-play , the men made a rush for the bunk-house . At two o'clock Daddy Dunnigan thrust his head through the doorway of the shop where Bill , under the blacksmith 's approving eye , was completing a lesson in the proper welding of the broken link of a log chain . With a mysterious quirk of the head he motioned the foreman to follow , and led the way to the cook-shack , where Blood River Jack waited with lowering brow . `` D'yez happin to know is th ' b ' y up yonder ? '' asked the old Irishman , with a jerk of his thumb in the direction of the house .