Three o’clock
`` What 's the oak branch put so for , with its point to the sky if ------ ? '' `` I have you now ! '' he cried ; `` it 's to show the situation of the sun when they left the rendezvous . Three o'clock , and no mist with them ; good lad , good lad ! Well , we must be going . And now that we 're on the safe side of Argile there 's only one thing vexing me , that we might have been here and all together half a day ago if yon whelp of a whey-faced MacDonald in the bed had been less of the fox . '' `` Indeed and he might have been , '' said I , as we pursued our way .