two in the afternoon
I think he only half lived after all . '' The western half of the sky had by now grown murky . The sun had dimmed and faded out of sight . It was two in the afternoon , and a ghostly twilight , shot through by wandering purplish lights , had descended upon us . In this purplish light Wolf Larsen 's face glowed and glowed , and to my excited fancy he appeared encircled by a halo . We lay in the midst of an unearthly quiet , while all about us were signs and omens of oncoming sound and movement . The sultry heat had become unendurable .