two o'clock in the morning
The camp appeared to have made up its mind to an orgy of the finest brand . Drink flowed and overflowed . The store that night fairly swam in whisky . The flood set in the moment supper was finished , and from that time until two o'clock in the morning the lusty storekeeper never had a moment 's rest . Men drank themselves drunk , and drank themselves sober again . There was no poker or faro . No one wanted to gamble .