ten o'clock
He decided to sleep there that night with his .45-caliber Sure-shot revolver . Let them come again ; he 'd give 'em a lesson ! On second thought , he rebaited the window-ledge with a can of Special Juicy Apricot Preserve . At ten o'clock he turned in , determined to sleep lightly , and immediately plunged into fathomless depths of unconsciousness , lulled by a singing wind and the drone of the rain . A light , flashing across his eyes , awakened him . For a moment he lay , dazed , confused by the gentle and unfamiliar oscillations of his hammock . Another flicker of light and a rumble of thunder brought him to his full senses .