seven o'clock
Hi Lang was nowhere in sight . Ping , who was fussing with a cook fire preparatory to getting breakfast , shook his head when Grace asked him where the guide was . `` No can tell , '' he said , caressing his injured hand . Breakfast was served at seven o'clock , but long before that Grace had been out looking for trail signs and finding some , though she could not tell whether they had been left by a prowler or by one of her own party . It was eleven o'clock that forenoon when Hi Lang strode into camp , his rifle slung under one arm , a heavy revolver on either hip . The greeting of the girls brought a smile to the face of the guide . They were relieved and glad to see him , and he saw it .