five o'clock
Shivering and hungry and fighting with sleep , Cameron stamped up and down his cave , making now and then excursions into the storm to replenish his fire . On sharpened sticks slices of venison were cooking for his supper . Outside the storm raged with greater violence than ever and into the cave the bitter cold penetrated , effectually neutralizing the warmth of the little fire , for the wood was hard to get and a larger fire he could not afford . He looked at his watch and was amazed to find it only five o'clock . How long could he maintain this fight ? His heart sank at the prospect of the long night before him . He sat down upon the rock close beside his cooking venison and in a few moments was fast asleep .