six o'clock
They tossed and grumbled , longing for day . Neal and Dol surprised themselves and their elders by being up and dressed shortly after five , before a streak of light had entered the cabin . But their guide was not much behind them . Herb had the camp-fire going well , and was preparing breakfast before six o'clock . The campers tucked away a substantial meal of fried pork , potatoes , and coffee . The first glories of the young sun fell on their way as they started across the clearing and away through the woods beyond , towards the distant pond where the hunter had got his moose . Lying amid the small growth and grasses , by a lonely , glinting logon , they found the conquered king , sleeping that sleep from which never sun again would wake him .