Ten o'clock
Johnson 's ranch was miles behind and far below . Occasionally billows of fog swathed them in wet folds that sent a chill to Janet 's bones . Sorenson held his watch down to the driver 's light . `` Ten o'clock ; we 're making good time . Must give the engine a drink -- and take one myself . '' He descended to the creek with a bucket , bringing back water to fill the steaming radiator . Afterwards , standing in the light of the car 's lamps , he tilted a flask to his lips and drank deep .