ten o'clock
If she screams , or tries to get away , he 'll scalp her . '' I heard no more . My heart forgot to beat . I had seen Marjie 's signal light at ten o'clock and I was sure of her safety . The candle turned black before me . The cry of my dreams , Irving Whately 's pleading cry , rang in my ears : `` Take care of Marjie , Phil ! Keep her from harm ! ''