Three o'clock
Well , better a dead dog than a torn saddle-bag . Hear the horses ? '' `` Yes , they 're all right -- feeding outside the timber belt How 's the time , Ted ? '' `` Three o'clock . What a deuce of a row those duck and plover kicked up when you fired ! We ought to get a shot or two at them when daylight comes . '' `` Harry , '' a big , bearded fellow of six feet , nodded as he lit his pipe .