ten o'clock
Strange how his whole life seemed to be coloured by the newly-risen sun ! And the long train with the mysterious , luxurious sleeping-cars , an occasional tousled head at the window ; lucky head , bound on a long journey ! `` Well , I 've journeyed some myself since then , '' thought Stonor , `` and I have a longer journey before me ! '' They spelled at ten o'clock , and again at three . `` The last lap ! '' thought Stonor , as they took to the river after the second stop . All depended on the spot Imbrie should choose for their next camp .