one
o'clock in the afternoon
The shy birds waxed daring . Keith , standing by his shack , knocked over a mallard within forty paces of his door . It was eight days after that first cry , `` The ice is going out ! '' four since the final jam gave way and let the floes run free , that at one o'clock in the afternoon the shout went up , `` A boat ! a boat ! '' Only a lumberman 's bateau , but two men were poling her down the current with a skill that matched the speed . They swung her in .