four o'clock
He closed his eyes . `` I must sleep -- I 've earned it . To-morrow '' -- a smile flitted round his mouth -- `` I 'll hang their hides where every coyote and vulture can see . '' Toward four o'clock in came Doctor Sackett and Culver . The room was flooded with light -- the infinite light of the late-spring afternoon reflected on the white enamel and white brocade of walls and furniture . On the floor in the heaps and coils of ticker-tape lay Dumont . In his struggles the tape had wound round and round his legs , his arms , his neck .