nine o'clock
And Kingozi -- oh , brave heart ! oh , pathetic figure -- if anything could make it up to him -- ! The morning of the third day came . Usual camp activities carried them on until nine o'clock . Kingozi was settled in his chair awaiting what the day would bring forth . The Leopard Woman coming across from her tent to the guest house stopped short at what she saw . Across the way , a half or three-quarters of a mile distant , beyond the green papyrus swamp , on the slope from the edge of the forest , appeared a long file of men bearing burdens on their heads .