about eight o'clock
What had he seen and done , in California ? But here he lay , in a stupor , with Mr. Adams rubbing his arms and legs , and Mrs. Adams hovering over with the glass and pitcher . As the evening wore on the stranger tossed and murmured more and more , until it was evident that he was ill with something graver than mere exposure . `` Charley , I think you 'd better go for the doctor , '' said Mr. Adams , finally , about eight o'clock , after they all had done what they could . `` This man 's getting no better . He looks as though he might have a fever . '' `` Yes ; that 's what I 've been thinking , too , '' nodded Mrs. Adams .