three o'clock
Jim Barlow wheeled , sprang down the stone steps and bolted up the street , panting as one who has escaped a wild beast . Thurston had said it . That was what was due to happen . It was now three o'clock ; Barlow fled up State Street to the big hotel and took a room and locked his door and threw himself on the bed . What was he to do ? After weeks of hesitation he had come to the decision that he would offer himself to his country . He saw -- none plainer -- the reasons why it was fit and right so to do .