about eight o’clock in the morning
To my great joy and surprise , the poor dumb beast rose from where he had coiled himself at my feet , and after having actually embraced me , by putting his forepaws on my shoulders , as he stood on his hind legs , and licked my face from ear to ear , uttering a low , fondling , nuzzling sort of whine , like a nurse caressing a child , he at once leapt on the window sill , put his forepaws through the handkerchief , and was dropped to the ground again . I could immediately perceive the two dark figures of the pilot and his wife , followed by the dog , glide away as noiselessly as if they had been spirits of the night , until they were lost under the shade of the thick jungle . I turned in , and -- what will not youth and fatigue do ? -- I fell once more fast asleep , and never opened my eyes until Obed shook me in my cot about eight o'clock in the morning . `` Good morning , Lieutenant . I have sent up your breakfast , but you do n't seem inclined to eat it . '' `` Do n't you believe it , my dear Obed .