two o'clock in the morning
roared Crayford . `` Work your motors and let 's see ! '' There was a sound like a rushing mighty wind . At two o'clock in the morning Crayford was still smoking , still watching , still shouting . Charmian and Alston were still in the darkness of the box , gazing , listening , sometimes talking . They had not seen Claude again . If he came into the front of the theater they meant to call him .