ten o’clock
` Friend , lend me three loaves . ' We must imitate the man in the Gospel . If he wo n't give us the horses for the asking we must weary him with importunity . '' It was ten o'clock when Donald and his nephew set out . The clouds were blown away , and the sky clear . The moon rode high , and by its light they caught glimpses from the road of the white foam of the sea breaking on the dark strand below them . The roar of the waves came loud to them as they walked .