five o'clock
Terry Brainard ! Oh , _ Ter _ - ry ! '' Clint would have liked to have buried his head in the pillow and gone back to sleep and slept until -- well , say five o'clock that afternoon . For by five o'clock the Claflin game would be over with . But even a five-minute cat-nap was denied him by restless nerves , and , after a moment or two , he put his legs out and sat up yawning , feeling strangely tired and listless . His bath helped some , however , and later on he was surprised to find that as long as he kept his mind off the game he was able to do full justice to a chop , two soft-boiled eggs , three slices of toast , a dish of stewed apricots , a baked potato and three glasses of milk ! After that he felt better still !