Eleven p.m.
I watched and watched , never feeling a bit like sleep though my eyes burned something cruel and my feet -- they were lumps of prickly wood , not feet . Dull lumps with every now and then a stab as if a tin tack had been driven into them . Beyond me in the open alley-way the light was strong , and I could see men pass frequently , but no one came into my corner till the end , and no one saw me . I heard six bells go in the first watch -LRB- ` Eleven p.m. , ' whispered Cary -RRB- on Friday evening , though there was a good bit of noise of getting ready to go out in the early morning , and I was beginning to think that all my trouble might go for naught , when a man in a Navy cap and overalls stopped just opposite my dark hole between two bulkheads . His face was turned from me , as he looked carefully up and down the lighted way . He stood there quite still for some seconds , and then stepped backwards towards me . I could see him plain against the light beyond .