about three o'clock in the morning
Now and again , a Jain priest crossed the court , with some small offering to the images , and swept the path about him lest by chance he should take the life of a living thing . A lamp twinkled , and there followed the sound of a prayer . Kim watched the stars as they rose one after another in the still , sticky dark , till he fell asleep at the foot of the altar . That night he dreamed in Hindustani , with never an English word ... ` Holy One , there is the child to whom we gave the medicine , ' he said , about three o'clock in the morning , when the lama , also waking from dreams , would have fared forth on pilgrimage . ` The Jat will be here at the light . ' ` I am well answered . In my haste I would have done a wrong . '