three o’clock
I laid my feet to the ground and rushed after him , calling to him to stand . He would not . Unwounded and vigorous , he gained on me at every step ; but , forgetting everything in the world except him and my thirst for his blood , I pressed on , and soon the deep shades of the forest of Zenda engulfed us both , pursued and pursuer . It was three o'clock now , and day was dawning . I was on a long straight grass avenue , and a hundred yards ahead ran young Rupert , his curls waving in the fresh breeze . I was weary and panting ; he looked over his shoulder and waved his hand again to me . He was mocking me , for he saw he had the pace of me .