about
two o'clock in the afternoon
Returning then to the Angle Tarn , he followed the only remaining range past the Pike of Stickle until he looked into the black depths of the Dungeon Ghyll . And still the mare was nowhere to be seen . Fear was behind her , and only by fear could she be overtaken . It was at about two o'clock in the afternoon that the disaster had occurred . It was now fully three hours later , and the horse Ralph rode , fatigued and wellnigh spent , was slipping its feet in the gathering darkness . He turned its head towards Wythburn , and rode down to the city by Harrop Tarn . At the first house -- it was Luke Cockrigg 's , and it stood on the bank above the burn -- he left the horse , and borrowed a lantern .