three o'clock in the morning
Would he live until the next day , until that third attack which must infallibly carry him off ? It was not probable . His strength was exhausted , and in the intervals of fever he lay as one dead . Towards three o'clock in the morning Herbert uttered a piercing cry . He seemed to be torn by a supreme convulsion . Neb , who was near him , terrified , ran into the next room where his companions were watching . Top , at that moment , barked in a strange manner .