Three o'clock
Nucky glanced impatiently at the guide 's closed eyes , then he began to clamber aimlessly and languidly over the rocks to the river edge . At a distance of perhaps a hundred feet from Frank he stopped , looked at the bleak , blank wall of the river opposite , bit his nails and shuddering turned back . He crouched on a rock , near the guide , smoking one cigarette after another until Frank jumped to his feet . `` Three o'clock , New York ! Time to get ready for the night . '' `` I do n't want to stay in this hole all night ! '' protested Nucky , `` I could n't sleep . ''