four o'clock
I 've given up looking for the dog . I 'm just driving around enjoying myself . The air 's so invigorating , and I like to feel the snow settling between my collar and the back of my neck . '' At four o'clock Van Bibber was about as nearly frozen as a man could be after he had swallowed half a bottle of brandy . It was so cold that the ice formed on his cigar when he took it from his lips , and his feet and the dashboard seemed to have become stuck together . `` I think I 'll give it up , '' he said , finally , as he turned the horse 's head towards Southampton . `` I hate to lose three hundred and fifty dollars as much as any man ; but I love my fair young life , and I 'm not going to turn into an equestrian statue in ice for anybody 's collie dog . ''