one o'clock
When they reached the second slope the girl walked beside him . For a half mile it was not a bad climb and there was soft grass underfoot . After that came the rock and shale , and the air grew steadily colder . They had started at one o'clock and it was five when they reached the first snow . It was six when they stood at the summit . Under them lay the valley of the Firepan , a broad , sun-filled sweep of scattered timber and green plain , and the girl pointed into it , north and west . `` Off there is the Nest , '' she said .