six in the morning
Come on ! '' The table was set . Moreover , to her surprise -- and yet not so greatly to her surprise , for she was beginning to expect almost anything from this paradoxical young man -- it was spread with linen , and the cutlery was silver , the dishes china , in contradistinction to the tinware of his camp outfit . As a cook Roaring Bill Wagstaff had no cause to be ashamed of himself , and Hazel enjoyed the meal , particularly since she had eaten nothing since six in the morning . After a time , when her appetite was partially satisfied , she took to glancing over his kitchen . There seemed to be some adjunct of a kitchen missing . A fire burned on a hearth similar to the one in the living room .