three o'clock
More than once the impulse had seized Wraysford to sally out at all risks and look for his friend . But what _ could _ one do in a night like this , with a blinding sleet full in one 's face , and a wind which mocked all attempts at progress or shouting ! No , there was nothing for it but to sit patiently and await daylight . One , two , three o'clock came , and still nothing but the storm . Stephen crouched closer up beside Wraysford , and the elder boy , as he put his arm round the younger , could feel how his chest heaved , and how his teeth chattered . `` You 're cold , old boy , '' said he , kindly . `` No , I 'm not , Wray , '' said the boy , with a gulp ; `` but do n't talk , Wray , I -- '' The next instant Stephen , with a sudden cry , had bounded to his feet and rushed to the window .