two o'clock
`` To the Fulton Ferry . Hurry ! '' called out the excited Clayton , as the burly policeman drove away a knot of `` extra '' - peddling urchins . `` I can easily reach the bank by two o'clock ; they never shut the side doors till three , '' murmured Clayton , as his eyes rested upon the Russia-leather portmanteau . He instinctively gripped his revolver . It was all right . And then , with a sinking heart , he essayed to gain some connected story of the Magyar songbird 's grave peril .