about six o’clock
And would they be in time if they did ? Turner asked himself the question again and again , and he felt that his companion was doing the same thing . Whenever he touched his horse with the spur till the poor beast started forward with a fresh burst of energy , his companion felt he was thinking that the girl 's life was forfeit by his carelessness , was wondering would they ever be in time . Dawn would be about six o'clock . Forty miles to go , and eight hours to do it in . Forty miles straight ahead , with absolutely nothing to break the monotony except the little patch of prickly bush where they had spelled that afternoon . They went farther before they spelled to-night , and they did not stop then till it was very evident to both that the horses must have a rest , if it was only for half an hour .