nine in the morning
A pie nailed to a tent-pole indicated a restaurant , and there , for a dollar , I had a good meal of beans and bacon , coffee and flapjacks . It was yet early morning when I started for Linderman . The air was clear and cold , ideal mushing weather , and already parties were beginning to struggle into Bennett , looking very weary and jaded . On the trail a man did a day 's work by nine in the morning , another by four in the afternoon , and a third by nightfall . You were lucky to get off at that . I was jogging along past the advance guard of the oncoming army , when who should I see but Mervin and Hewson . They looked thoroughly seasoned , and had made record time with a large outfit .