three o'clock in the morning
She could scarce wait for the coming of the day that she might look again upon the bright face of her little , black-eyed Jack . Again and again she tried to strain her eyes through the blackness of the jungle night to have but a tiny peep at those beloved features , but only the dim outline of the baby face rewarded her efforts . Then once more she would cuddle the warm , little bundle close to her throbbing heart . It must have been close to three o'clock in the morning that Anderssen brought the boat 's nose to the shore before a clearing where could be dimly seen in the waning moonlight a cluster of native huts encircled by a thorn boma . At the village gate they were admitted by a native woman , the wife of the chief whom Anderssen had paid to assist him . She took them to the chief 's hut , but Anderssen said that they would sleep without upon the ground , and so , her duty having been completed , she left them to their own devices . The Swede , after explaining in his gruff way that the huts were doubtless filthy and vermin-ridden , spread Jane 's blankets on the ground for her , and at a little distance unrolled his own and lay down to sleep .