three in the afternoon
A man of soft civilization , sitting at a desk , would have grown lean and woe-begone on the fare that kept Kama and Daylight at the top-notch of physical efficiency . They knew , as the man at the desk never knows , what it is to be normally hungry all the time , so that they could eat any time . Their appetites were always with them and on edge , so that they bit voraciously into whatever offered and with an entire innocence of indigestion . By three in the afternoon the long twilight faded into night . The stars came out , very near and sharp and bright , and by their light dogs and men still kept the trail . They were indefatigable . And this was no record run of a single day , but the first day of sixty such days .