about eight o'clock
He was in a very wild part of the mountain , quite on the borders of all the country used by white men . After some reflection , he determined to follow the fall of the land , thinking that he was still on the water-shed of the Snowy-river , and hoping , by following down some creek , to find some place he knew . Gradually day broke , cold and cheerless . He was wet and miserable , and could merely give a guess at the east , for the sun was quite invisible ; but , about eight o'clock , he came on a track , running at right angles to the way he had been going , and marked with the hoofs of two horses , whose riders had apparently passed not many hours before . Which way should he go ? He could not determine . The horsemen , it seemed to him , as far as he could guess , had been going west , while his route lay east .