two o'clock
It was twenty minutes to two o'clock , when , mud splattered , they raced into Hilton , with the car missing fire in one cylinder , the engine smoking and gasoline almost exhausted . McCarthy almost lifted Betty Tabor from the car as they stopped at the garage and she gave rapid directions to the manager , explaining the need of haste . `` I 'm afraid the car wo n't get you through , '' he said , `` but we 'll try . '' `` Have it ready at two o'clock , '' she ordered quickly . `` We must get through somehow . '' `` It 's thirty-four miles , '' he said . `` But the roads are fair .