three o'clock
Then it transpired that Mr. Blakely had found no sport at bug-hunting and had fallen into a doze while waiting for winged insects , and when he woke it was to make a startling discovery -- his beautiful Geneva watch had disappeared from one pocket and a flat note case , carried in an inner breast pocket of his white duck blouse , and containing about one hundred dollars , was also gone . Some vagrant soldier , possibly , or some `` hard-luck outfit '' of prospectors , probably , had come upon him sleeping , and had made way with his few valuables . Two soldiers had been down stream , fishing for what they called Tonto trout , but they were looked up instantly and proved to be men above suspicion . Two prospectors had been at Hart 's , nooning , and had ridden off down stream toward three o'clock . _ There _ was a clew worth following , and certain hangers-on about the trader 's , `` layin ' fer a job , '' had casually hinted at the prospect of a game down at Snicker 's -- a ranch five miles below . Here , too , was something worth investigating . If Blakely had been robbed , as now seemed more than likely , Camp Sandy felt that the perpetrator must still be close at hand and of the packer or prospector class .