about three a.m.
`` Martin ! Martin ! Martin ! '' When this idea took clear possession of me -- it was about three a.m. and the hurricane was yowling like a wounded dog -- the answering thought came quick . I must go back . No matter at what cost or sacrifice -- I must go back . It was in vain I reflected that the trouble which threatened my darling -LRB- whatever it was , and I thought I knew -RRB- might be all over before I reached her side -- I must go back .