four o'clock
The constant internal turmoil that must be going on , the instincts of the blood -- artist and autocrat ! And in the end , the owner of a cattle ranch , if he had the luck to get there alive ! Dizzy old world . Something else happened at four o'clock . A policeman strolled into Eightieth Street . He was at peace with the world . Spring was in his whistle , in his stride , in the twirl of his baton .