three o'clock
He longed to make his way to Dorward 's side , to interfere in this terribly unequal struggle , yet he made no movement . Dorward was a man and a friend , but what was a life more or less ? It was to a greater cause that he was pledged . Towards three o'clock he lay down on his bed and slept ... . The train attendant brought him his coffee soon after daylight . The man 's hands were trembling . `` Where are we ? ''