two o'clock in the
morning
Then raising himself on one elbow , he peered out across an absolutely level open prairie . A waning moon hung low in the west , its thin radiance brooding above the plains like a mist , but the light was sufficient to reveal some half-dozen tepees , that lifted their smoky tops and tent poles not three hundred yards from the railway track . Norton looked at his watch . He could just make out that it was two o'clock in the morning . Could he _ ever _ wait until daylight ? So he asked himself over and over again , while his head -LRB- with its big mop of hair that _ would _ curl in spite of the hours he spent in trying to brush it straight -RRB- snuggled down among the pillows , and his grave young eyes blinked longingly at those coveted tepees . And the next thing he knew a face was thrust between his berth-curtains , a thin , handsome , clean-shaven face , adorned with gold-rimmed nose glasses , and crowned with a crop of hair much like his own , and a voice he loved very much was announcing in imitation of the steward , `` Breakfast is now ready in the dining-car . ''