three o'clock
They ought to be able to get enough timber down to keep us going for a while anyway -- especially with the roads iced . '' `` Ah . _ Oui _ . It is the three o'clock . _ Bon voyage , mon _ Baree ! '' It was the first time Ba ` tiste Renaud ever had dropped the conventional `` M'sieu '' in addressing Houston , and Barry knew , without the telling , without the glowing light in the old man 's eyes , that at least a part of the great loneliness in the trapper 's heart had departed , that he had found a place there in a portion of the aching spot left void by a shrapnel-shattered son to whom a father had called that night in the ruined cathedral , -- and called in vain . It caused a queer pang of exquisite pain in Houston 's heart , a joy too great to be expressed by the reflexes of mere pleasure .