eight o'clock
I 'm afraid -- afraid . '' `` The Sign of the Sled belongs to Struve , and the fellow who runs it is a rogue . '' The Bronco looked at the clock , his eyes bloodshot and dull like those of a goaded , fly-maddened bull . `` It 's eight o'clock now -- ten miles -- two hours . Too late ! '' `` What ails you ? '' she questioned , baffled by his strange demeanor .