five minutes to three
After a little he admitted that , ever since we had left Poitiers , any quick movement of his left arm had caused him intense pain . Of course both Adèle and I besought him to stop there and then and let the race go to blazes . Of this he would not hear , declaring that , so long as Jonah was behind , victory was not out of sight , and that nothing short of paralysis would induce him to jilt the jade . After a little argument , we let him have his way ... The road continued to offer an abominable passage , and when we stopped at a garage in Bordeaux , it was five minutes to three of a beautiful afternoon . The third bidon was discharging its contents into Pong 's tank , and Berry was sitting wearily upon the running-board , with his mouth full and a glass of beer in his hand , when , with an apologetic cough , Ping emerged from behind an approaching tram and slid past us over the cobbles with a smooth rush . The off-side window was open , and , as the car went by , Jonah waved to us . There was no doubt about it , my cousin was out to win .