two o'clock
`` Give me the child , '' says the cook , `` and the fire will not go out . '' `` It would be murder for me to go to head-quarters , and I believe it would be double murder , '' he whispers to himself . He is in a lamentable state . At two o'clock , with the stove up , the flaxseed cooking , the boy warmly bandaged , the asthmatic sounds diminished , and the women certain they have administered some of the medicine to the stubborn patient , Lockwin finds that he can lie down . He sleeps till dark , while Corkey organizes for the most tumultuous primaries that were ever held in Chicago . With the twilight settling in upon his bed Lockwin starts into wakefulness . He has dreamed of two-old-cat .