three o'clock
Half-past , still no George . One o'clock , and all the quarters till three o'clock , but still no George . I tried to eat some of the ship 's biscuits I had brought with me , but I could not . My disappointment was now as great as my excitement had been all the forenoon ; at three o'clock I fairly cried , and for half an hour could only fling myself on the ground and give way to all the unreasonable spleen that extreme vexation could suggest . True , I kept telling myself that for aught I knew George might be dead , or down with a fever ; but this would not do ; for in this last case he should have sent one of his brothers to meet me , and it was not likely that he was dead . I am afraid I thought it most probable that he had been casual -- of which unworthy suspicion I have long since been heartily ashamed . I put the brooches inside my knapsack , and hid it in a place where I was sure no one would find it ; then , with a heavy heart , I trudged down again to my camp -- broken in spirit , and hopeless for the morrow .