twenty minutes past three
Do n't be afraid but I 'll call you if its needed . '' So those who had a chance , dozed off . Hen did n't have any chance ; his cowardly soul was n't made for sleep when there was any danger about . It was twenty minutes past three when Dick stepped over and nudged Dave gently , next whispering : `` It 's about time for you , now . You call Tom at a little after five , and then tell him to call us all at seven o'clock . '' Dave hurriedly dressed and took the air rifle from Dick , the latter then getting back into his bunk and soon dropping off in sleep . `` Seven o'clock !