eight o'clock
If you do not meet me -- then the will of Allah be done , for I shall turn back . DONALD . October 10 . Your message came too late , dear ; already at eight o'clock Tokacon , with my son in his arms , and I were far along on the river path that leads out to the world . Our progress was slow with only the croonings and gurglings of my beautiful child to interrupt the silences of nature , as he clung affectionately to the neck of our red man protector , whose solemnity , though he knew not my mission was superb . Half way , where Tokacon has built an exquisite rustic bower , we stopped and waited while the Indian returned to the bungalow . What a strange hour I spent waiting with my baby , who had fallen asleep in my arms .