the hour of eight
He was smiling . The moon was very bright . Crimmins glanced up and down the deserted pike . From the distant town a bell chimed the hour of eight . He had twenty pounds the better of the weights , but he was taking no chances . For Garrison , all his wealth of hard-earned fistic education roused , was waiting ; waiting with the infinite patience of the wounded cougar . Crimmins looked up and down the road again .