two in the morning
That night he waited for the master to return . At midnight the chill wind that blew drove him to shelter at the rear of the cabin . There he drowsed , only half asleep , his ears keyed for the first sound of the familiar step . But , at two in the morning , his anxiety drove him out to the cold front stoop , where he crouched , and waited . But no master came . In the morning the door opened and Matt stepped outside . White Fang gazed at him wistfully .