eight o'clock
There was a stretch of fields beyond the track , and farther on he made out the glistening waters of the river , and in the center the woodland stretch known as Moosetail Island . `` Well , this surely is Lonesome Land ! '' Dave murmured to himself , as the train rumbled out of sight and he was left utterly alone . `` And not another train until eight o'clock to-morrow morning ! I 'll have a fine time of it to-night if I do n't meet those fellows , or run across some camp where they will take me in . '' Dave looked at the sky and this did not tend to increase his good spirits . When he had left Oakdale it had been warm and clear ; now dark clouds were forming overhead and it looked as if it might rain before long .