five o'clock
Lawson came hustling in with the horses . Jim busied himself around the campfire . My fingers nearly froze while I saddled my horse . At five o'clock we were trotting up the slope of Buckskin , bound for the section of ruined rim wall where we had encountered the convention of cougars . Hoping to save time , we took a short cut , and were soon crossing deep ravines . The sunrise coloring the purple curtain of cloud over the canyon was too much for me , and I lagged on a high ridge to watch it , thus falling behind my more practical companions . A far-off `` Waa-hoo ! ''