one o'clock
He had an old wife and he had an old dog , but he had no money . And there are times when , let comfortable moralists say what they please , a man 's need for money overshadows everything else . Such a time had come to Jim Taylor . It came at one o'clock on a cold , starry March morning . Since sundown he and the veterinarian from Breton Junction had been working out in the lot by the light of a lantern . Since sundown Mary , his wife , had hurried back and forth from the kitchen with pots of hot water . `` Better go to bed now , gal , '' he had said over and over .