six o'clock
There was no trail to the north but he jogged along all the afternoon by compass and sun , keeping to the top of the ridge whenever possible . During all this time he saw no sign of human habitation . Indeed the only living beings he beheld that day were two buzzards circling meditatively over a distant peak and a lonely coyote skulking against the sky on a neighboring ridge . By six o'clock he was tired beyond expression and he had lost all idea of the number of miles he had covered , so tortuous had been the seemingly direct line of the ridge . Roger was in no wise discomfitted or discouraged , however . He made his camp in a little sandy draw on the side of the ridge which was full of stunted cedars . He cut up one cedar for his fire and drew on the others for sufficient twigs to cushion his blanket bed , then in spite of the heat he slept the sleep that belongs to the open .