eight o'clock
King could think of a score of designations more to the point . For though he had never so much as set his eyes on either Gloria or her mother , he had his own opinion of both of them . Nor did he in the least realize that that opinion was based rather less on actual knowledge than moulded by his own peculiar form of jealousy , that jealousy which one time-tried friend feels when the other allows love of women to occupy a higher place than friendship . He made his camp at eight o'clock in a sheltered spot among the firs . He built a fire , made a mat of boughs , wrapped himself up in his canvas , and went promptly to sleep . He awoke cold , got his blood running by stamping about , put on fresh fuel and went to sleep again , his feet toward the blaze . Half a dozen times he was up during the night ; before dawn he had his coffee boiling ; before the sun was up he was well on his way again , driving the cramped chill out of him by walking vigorously .