five o'clock
His eyes ached ; his ears throbbed . Every new odour was an added torture , and his body quivered at every touch . Sleep came to him early , however , and the small , quiet room of the Markham house which had been allotted to him was like a sacred holy of holies to the overstrained nerves . Sandy slept like the dead all that first night , but habit still swayed him , and at five o'clock he wakened suddenly and heard the stir of life out of doors . Some one was calling a dog -- his dog ! It was Miss Matilda , and Sandy smiled as he listened to her reasoning with Bob as was her custom . Slowly the rested nerves asserted dominion over the boy , but he did not move .