six o'clock
Robinson slept -- slept like an infant after this feverish day . His body lay still in a hole dark and almost as narrow as the grave , but his spirit had broken prison . Tired nature 's sweet restorer descended like a dove upon his wet eyelids , and fanned him with her downy wings , and bedewed the hot heart and smarting limbs with her soothing , vivifying balm . At six o'clock Evans went and opened Robinson 's cell door . He was on the ground sleeping , with a placid smile on his face . Evans looked down at him with a puzzled air . While contemplating him he was joined by Fry .