three o'clock
Glad of an excuse to jump down and stretch their limbs , the other girls joined Polly at the tree and saw the blaze , although so old , to be perfectly plain and easily traced . `` Four miles to Grizzly Slide ! '' read Polly , exultantly . `` But it must be three o'clock or more . When can we hope to get back home ? '' murmured Barbara , glancing down the trail they just left . `` Too late to worry about that now , '' said Eleanor .