two o'clock
cried Ray , in consternation , as he hurriedly opened the page . `` In God 's name what do you mean ? '' `` I mean he is n't in quarters and has n't been in bed to-night . Now I need him -- and it 's two o'clock . '' Even as he spoke the voice of the sentry at the guard-house rang out the watch call through the still and sparkling night . It was taken up by Number Two back of the storehouses , and his `` All 's well '' was still echoing among the foothills , prolonged and powerful , when Number Three , down at the quartermaster 's corral , began his soldier song ; and so , alert , cheery , reassuring , the sentries sent their deep-voiced assurance on its unbroken round to the waking guardian at the southwest angle , and as his final `` A-a-a-ll 's W-e-ell '' went rolling away over bluff and stream and prairie , Ray lifted a grave and anxious face from the fateful paper . `` Lame Wolf out ?