eight o'clock
He tried to pray , but could form no other petition than that he might be allowed , if possible , a little longer to fit himself to meet his Creator . From his cell he could hear the striking of the great clock in the prison hall . And as every hour struck it seemed `` a nail driven in his coffin . '' At eight o'clock that night the warden sat in his little office , consulting the sheriff about some details of the approaching execution . While they were still in discussion , a turnkey opened the door , saying : `` A lady to see the warden . '' And Capitola stood before them ! `` Miss Black ! ''