three o'clock
Squinting his eyes he could distinctly make out something , but whether it were man or beast he could not be sure . Certainly it moved more as a restless bear whose cub , doubtless unable to master the climb , whined somewhere below . He turned this over in his mind . It was three o'clock when Dale stirred . The sheriff smiled as he watched Nature gradually remove her bandage from the sleeper , who now , instantly awake , sprang up in dismay . `` Gawd ! What time is it ? ''