nearly five o'clock
The slope , as far as Doug could discern in the failing light , was a glare of rough ice . Over this he dared not urge the horses until daylight . He looked at his watch . It was nearly five o'clock . He fastened the horses to the only cedar in sight , then stood in the wind debating with himself . He was very much exhausted and the rare air and the intense cold were giving him no chance to recoup . This was no place to make camp .