eleven at
night
Bask-Wah-Wan , hobbling fearfully in advance , proud indeed , yet awed by her wonderful son , led him to her igloo and stowed him away among the greasy , ill-smelling furs . But the men lingered by the fire , and a council was held wherein was there much whispering and low-voiced discussion . An hour passed , and a second , and Nam-Bok slept , and the talk went on . The evening sun dipped toward the northwest , and at eleven at night was nearly due north . Then it was that the head man and the bone-scratcher separated themselves from the council and aroused Nam-Bok . He blinked up into their faces and turned on his side to sleep again . Opee-Kwan gripped him by the arm and kindly but firmly shook his senses back into him .