about eleven
o'clock
`` It 's getting too cold now , '' said Henry , `` to sleep in our clothes only on the ground in the forest . '' They made up the blankets in tight little rolls , which they fastened on their backs , and Paul and Jim Hart put in a tanned deerskin with each of theirs . `` They 're pow ` ful light , an ' they may come in mighty handy , '' said Long Jim . The night fortunately was dark , as they had hoped , and about eleven o'clock they embarked in the canoe , paddling straight for the western shore . Paul looked back with some regret at the island , which at times had been a snug little home . The ancient , mummified bodies in the trees had protected them , as if with a circle of steel , and he was grateful to those dead of long ago . They saw no sign of the Indian canoes , and both Henry and Ross were certain that they were in camp somewhere on the eastern shore .