About two o'clock
The North , calm , patient , biding her time , serene in the assurance of might , drew close to the camp in the wilderness . By and by a little pack of wolves came and squatted on their haunches just in the shadow . They were well fed and harmless , but they sat there blinking lazily at the flames , their tongues lolling , exactly like so many shaggy and good-humoured dogs . About two o'clock Dick rolled out of his blanket and replenished the fire . He did it somnolently , his eyes vacant , his expression that of a child . Then he took a half-comprehending glance at the heaven 's promise of fair weather , and sank again into the warmth of his blanket . The wolves had not stirred .