ten minutes to twelve
Watkins chuckled . `` What a ham , '' he said . He started for the opposite door . It was ten minutes to twelve . Summersby was panting like a spent hound . He had not exercised in months , not since the doctors had told him his heart was just about gone , and he was surprised that he had n't keeled over before now . Dashing around playing guerrilla like some six-year-old !