nine o'clock
It 's all sawn ready -- we 've got a toy saw-mill -- but we ca n't carry it . You see ... '' The speaker 's enthusiasm had been infectious . Lyveden had found himself violently interested in his new life before he had entered upon it . The next day he had accepted the tiny cabin as his future home , and had had a fire roaring upon the hearth before nine o'clock . Colonel Winchester , who had expected to lodge him at Girdle for the best part of a week , had abetted his determination to take immediate possession with a grateful heart , presenting his new tenant with some blankets and an excellent camp-bed , and putting a waggon at his disposal for the rest of the day . Seven o'clock that evening had found Anthony and his dog fairly installed in their new quarters . And now a month had gone by -- to be exact , some thirty-four days , the biggest ones , perhaps , in all Lyveden 's life .