two o'clock in the morning
`` Shake , pardner , '' said the Boy . The Colonel and he grasped hands . Only towering good spirits prevented their being haughty , for they felt like conquerors , and cared not a jot that they looked like gaol-birds . It was two o'clock in the morning . The Gold Nugget Saloon was flaring with light , and a pianola was perforating a tune . The travellers pushed open a frosted door , and looked into a long , low , smoke-veiled room , hung with many kerosene lamps , and heated by a great red-hot iron stove . `` Hello ! ''