seven
in the morning
`` Good-night , fellows , '' he said bitterly , at the edge of the Yukon bank where the winter trail dipped down . `` I 'm going to get breakfast and then go to bed . '' The three hundred shouted that they were with him , and followed him out upon the frozen river on the direct path he took for Tra-Lee . At seven in the morning he led his stampeding cohort up the zigzag trail , across the face of the slide , that led to Dwight Sanderson 's cabin . The light of a candle showed through the parchment-paper window , and smoke curled from the chimney . Shorty threw open the door . `` Come on in , Smoke , '' he greeted .