five o'clock
`` Rouse up , '' he was saying ; `` you 've slept right round the clock . We 've got to get back to town and record those claims . Jim 's gone three hours ago . '' It was five o'clock of a crystal Yukon morning , with the world clear-cut and fresh as at the dawn of Things . I was sleep-stupid , sore , stiff in every joint . Racking pains made me groan at every movement , and the chill night air had brought on twinges of rheumatism . I looked at my location stake , beside which I had fallen .