five in the morning
Neb , who was near him , terrified , ran into the next room where his companions were watching . Top , at that moment , barked in a strange manner . All rushed in immediately and managed to restrain the dying boy , who was endeavouring to throw himself out of his bed , whilst Spilett , taking his arm , felt his pulse gradually quicken . It was five in the morning . The rays of the rising sun began to shine in at the windows of Granite House . It promised to be a fine day , and this day was to be poor Herbert 's last ! A ray glanced on the table placed near the bed .