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hour of three
`` What time you ketchum this ? '' he asked , tapping the message with his finger . `` Mebbyso one hour . '' The buck pulled a brass watch ostentatiously from under his blanket , held it to his ear a moment , as if he needed auricular assurance that it was running properly , and pointed to the hour of three . `` Ketchum one dolla , mebbyso pikeway quick . No stoppum , '' he said virtuously . `` You see Peaceful in Hartley ? ''