midnight
And those few who see below the surface , know that the restful man is he whose life 's task is well within the compass of his ability . Perro , it seemed , with an intelligence developed at the best and hardest of all schools , where hunger is the usher , awaited , not word , but action from his master ; and had not long to wait . For Marcos rose and slowly climbed the hill towards Torre Garda , half hidden amid the pine trees on the mountain crest above him . There was a midnight train , he knew , from Pampeluna to Saragossa . The railway station was only twenty miles away , which is to this day considered quite a convenient distance in Navarre . There would be a moon soon after nightfall . There was plenty of time .