a quarter to eleven
But over and over in her woman 's heart there rang the cry : `` I am so tired ! If the long night would but come ! '' Peter drew out his watch . `` It 's a quarter to eleven . We 'll have a hard bit of riding to reach Blind Creek before midnight . '' Then he knew as well as she , perhaps better , the route to Jim 's hiding-place ; she had never been there as yet . And if Peter knew , doubtless every cattle-man in the country knew .