three o'clock in the morning
`` I was dead asleep when it came , '' he explained . `` An ' I thought I 'd fallen in a lake . I woke up tryin ' to swim . '' An early July rain at three o'clock in the morning in the northern British Columbia mountains is not as warm as it might be , and for the greater part of an hour Langdon and Bruce continued to gather fuel and dry their blankets and clothing . It was five o'clock before they had breakfast , and a little after six when they started with their two saddles and single pack up the valley . Bruce had the satisfaction of reminding Langdon that his prediction had come true for a glorious day followed the thunder shower . Under them the meadows were dripping .