two o'clock
In the firelight his face hardened as he cast his mind again over the future . He had not solved the problem , only postponed it . In the great struggle women would have no place . At two o'clock , waking in the manner of woodsmen and sailors the world over , he arose to replenish the fire . He found it already bright with new fuel , and the Indian girl awake . She lay on her side , the blanket about her shoulders , her great wistful eyes wide open . A flame shot into the air .