eleven o’clock
Dawn came at last , and the mist of early morning , and the imperious and dispelling sun ; and with mouthfuls of food as they drifted on , the two fixed their eyes on the horizon beyond which lay Bindon . And now it seemed to the girl as though this race to save a life or many lives was the one thing in existence . To-morrow was to-day , and the white petticoat was lying in the little house in the mountains , and her wedding was an interminable distance off , so had this adventure drawn her into its risks and toils and haggard exhaustion . Eight , nine , ten , eleven o'clock came , and then they saw signs of settlement . Houses appeared here and there upon the banks , and now and then a horseman watched them from the shore , but they could not pause . Bindon -- Bindon -- Bindon -- the Snowdrop Mine at Bindon , and a death-dealing machine timed to do its deadly work , were before the eyes of the two voyageurs . Half-past eleven , and the town of Bindon was just beyond them .