ten o'clock
There was no trail . They followed the possible way . The patient little cow ponies clambered over rocks and slid down inclines of a frightful angle as cleverly as mountain goats . At ten o'clock , they stopped for breakfast and a three hours ' sleep . It was some time before DeWitt could be persuaded to lie down but at last , perceiving that he was keeping the others from their rest , he took his blanket to the edge of the ledge and lay down . His sleepless eyes roved up and down the adjoining cañon . Far to the south , near the desert floor , he saw a fluttering bit of white .