About four o'clock
`` Du n no , '' said Mitchell . He puffed three long puffs at his pipe , and then said , reflectively : `` I 've heard men tell their own stories before to-night Joe . '' It was Joe who wanted to think now . About four o'clock Mitchell woke and stood up . Peter was lying rolled in his blanket with his face turned to the west . The moon was low , the shadows had shifted back , and the light was on Peter 's face . Mitchell stood looking at him reverently , as a grown son might who sees his father asleep for the first time .