About three o'clock
He was more than ever convinced that Strange was a blackguard . Evidence he had none , only his warning intuition , which , among the male sex at least , is not considered much to go on . It gave Ambrose a shrewd little twinge of jealousy to hear Colina begging this man not to risk his life by leaving the house . About three o'clock it began to seem as if they might allow themselves to relax a little . The madness of the Indians had burned itself out . There had not been enough whisky perhaps to maintain it for more than a few hours . In any case , since the whites had been spared at the height of their fury , it seemed reasonable to hope they might escape altogether .