half
past eleven o'clock
`` Straight out to the main road . No more swamps for me . '' They went out that way , then ; took the main road , passed down by the old inn and the mill , and swung into a rapid stride for home . It was half past eleven o'clock when they turned into their beds . Two days following this adventure , toward the latter part of the afternoon , Henry Burns was walking up the same road by the stream , in the direction of the camp , where he was to meet Tom Harris for a spin in the canoe . He had heard no footsteps near , and was therefore not a little surprised when a hand touched his arm and a laugh that was familiar sounded close by his side . He turned quickly , and there was Bess Thornton .