three o'clock
He tried to forget his sorrow and bodily pains by checking over his old assay slips , while Bill wandered , like a bruised and melancholy survivor of a battle , from the mill to the hoist , from cabin to cabin , and mess-house to bunk-house , stopping now and then to stare upward at the peak , as if still thinking of that fresh and fragrant earth piled in a mound above Bells Park . Once , in the night , they were awakened by the sounds of the men returning , as they discussed their situation and interjected copious curses for the instruments of the tragedy . Once again , later , Dick was awakened by a series of blasts , and turned restlessly in his bed , struck a match , and looked at his watch , wondering if it had all been a dream , and the morning shots of the Rattler had aroused him . It was but three o'clock , and he returned to his troubled sleep thinking that he must have been mistaken . Barely half-awake , he heard Bill climb out of his bed and don his clothing , the whistle pulled by the new hands , and the clang of hammer on steel in the blacksmith 's shop . Then with a start , he was aroused from the dreamless slumber of the utterly exhausted by a heavy hand laid on his shoulder and a heavy voice : `` Wake up , Dick ! Wake up , boy !