ten o'clock
`` We 'll go until we have to stop . '' It was about eight o'clock when we hit the road again . * * * * * By nine-forty-five we 'd covered something better than two hundred miles , followed another intersection turn according to the missing spoke , and were heading well toward the upper right-hand corner of Colorado on the road map . At ten o'clock plus a few minutes we came upon the roadsign that pointed the way to a ranch-type house set prettily on the top of a small knoll several hundred yards back from the main road . I stopped briefly a few hundred feet from the lead-in road and asked Miss Farrow : `` What 's your telepath range ? You 've never told me . '' She replied instantly , `` Intense concentration directed at me is about a half mile .