three o'clock
I do n't think you should call attention to us so much . Get the meteorological reports from the Pole -- we need them . If they tell us this weather will hold at 10,000 and below , we 'll make good time . '' Soon after three o'clock we swept over Hudson Strait into Baffinland . We were down to 4,000 feet , but the fog still lay under us like a blanket . It clung low ; we were well above it , in a cloudless night , with no wind save the rush of our forward flight . Then came the pink flush of dawn .