three o'clock
Jeanne would clear up a half of his perplexities then , perhaps all of them . He would at least learn more about herself and the reason for the attack at Fort Churchill . He paddled for another hour , and then looked at his watch by the light of a match . It was three o'clock . Jeanne had not moved , but as the match burned out between his fingers she startled him by speaking . `` Is it nearly morning , M'sieur ? '' `` An hour until dawn , '' said Philip .