midnight
Onward and upward , for they seemed to be ascending higher and higher among the jagged mountain crests . The wind blew piercingly cold , and Campian shivered . They threw him an old poshteen or fur-lined coat , and this he was glad to pull round him in spite of qualms lest it should already be more or less thickly populated . Soon after midnight they halted , and building a large fire under an overhanging rock , lay down beside it . Campian , worn out with fatigue and the reaction after the day 's excitement , went into a heavy dreamless sleep . He was awakened by a push . It seemed as though he had been asleep but five minutes , whereas in point of fact it must have been nearly midday , so high in the heavens was the sun .