twelve o'clock
The pretty little armful of a boy went to sleep with all his baby garments on , the long `` man 's '' trousers and all , and Jim permitted all to remain in place , for the warmth thereof , he said . Into the bunk went the tiny bundle of humanity , his doll tightly held to his breast . Then Jim sat down and watched the bunk , till Keno had come inside and climbed in a bed and begun a serenade . At twelve o'clock the miner was still awake . He went to his door , and , throwing it open , looked out at the great , dark mountains and the brilliant sky . `` If only I had the steam I 'd open up the claim and make the little feller rich , '' he drawled to himself . Then he closed the door , and , removing his clothing , got into the berth where his tiny guest was sleeping , and knew no more till the morning came and a violent knocking on his window prodded his senses into something that answered for activity .