seven o'clock
They were soon running swiftly with the current , shooting rapids , at times , of an eighth of a mile in length , going very carefully not to scrape on submerged rocks . And still the rain fell . There were two dams to carry around , and they did this somewhat drearily , trudging along the muddy shores , climbing the slippery banks with difficulty , and with some danger of falling and smashing their canoe . Five , six and seven o'clock came ; darkness was shutting in , and they were three miles from Benton . To make matters worse , with the falling of night the rain increased , pouring in such torrents that they had frequently to pause and empty out their canoe . A few minutes after seven , and a light gleamed from a window a little distance back from the stream , less than a quarter of a mile . `` There 's our lodgings for the night , Jack , '' said Henry Burns , pointing up through the rain .