seven o'clock
The threatened snow thus far had held off . If the clear weather would hold for another twelve hours , he was sure that he could overtake her . He was impatient of delay and watched restlessly for the moon . Shortly after seven o'clock it sailed over the mountain , flooding the world with a light so intense and pure that the unbelievable colors of the daytime returned like prismatic ghosts . Douglas mounted and slowly and carefully followed the trail around the mountain . He found the spot where Judith had made a fire . He paused over a drift where one of her horses had floundered .