four o'clock
It was a far cry from pounding a typewriter in a city office to jogging through the wilderness , lost beyond peradventure , her only company a stranger of unsavory reputation . Yet she was not frightened , for all the element of unreality . Under other circumstances she could have relished the adventure , taken pleasure in faring gypsy fashion over the wide reaches where man had left no mark . As it was -- She called a halt at four o'clock . `` Mr. Wagstaff ! '' Bill stopped his horses and came back to her . `` Are n't we _ ever _ going to get anywhere ? ''