Three o'clock
But he must not die ; he must get through ; other lives were in his care ; starving men were awaiting him ; his promise to Tim 's father must be kept . At it he went again . He felt something give way , felt a breath of fresh air that revived him , lifted a silent thanksgiving to God , and crept through into the drainage tunnel . The pickets on the banks above were calling , `` Three o'clock and all 's well , '' as Job crept silently down the cañon and made for the heavy timber of the mountain opposite . * * * * * The bugle had just sounded `` taps '' at Camp Sheridan , on the flat between the South Fork and the Yosemite Fall road , one mile east of Wawona . The southern hills had echoed back its sweet , lingering notes . The blue-coats had turned in .