three o'clock in the
morning
Three grinning faces met the fugitive at the tent . But Stacy bowled Walter over , leaped the foot that Rector extended to trip him , and then dashed for the shelter of the tall cedars , where he hid . There he shivered in his wet pajamas . It was three o'clock in the morning , but young Brown cared not for time . His stomach told him only that it was high breakfast time . The gnawing under his belt-line continued . `` I wish I had n't been quite so fresh ! ''