six o'clock
At least one man in the tent lay with eyes wide open all night , and that was Mr. Page . By daylight the rain had stopped . The sun came up , drying the ground in the open spaces , raising a semi-fog under the big trees as the moisture steamed up . It was a close , humid morning , yet all rose so early that breakfast had been eaten before six o'clock . Then Mr. Page 's party went away in the automobile , on some errand of their own . `` I wonder how the girls got through the rain last night ? '' mused Dave Darrin .