six o'clock
Presently the paper sagged . He began to nod , fell asleep . When he opened his eyes again it was late in the afternoon . His watch told him that it was just six o'clock . He got up , took off the buckskin suit that had served him for a uniform , and donned once more the jeans and chaps he had worn as a line-rider . `` Good-bye , Mr. Ranger , '' he told himself . `` I reckon you ca n't have much worse luck as a citizen than as an officer . ''