four o’clock
He was right . Liverpool was a large town , and , what was of more consequence , it was not so revolutionary as Manchester , and the search there for the suspected was not so strict . The road was explained , so far as Zachariah 's friend knew it , and they parted . Zachariah slept but little , and at four o'clock , with a bright moon , he started . He met with no particular adventure , and in the evening found himself once more in a wilderness of strange streets , with no outlook , face to face with the Red Sea . Happy is the man who , if he is to have an experience of this kind , is trained to it when young , and is not suddenly brought to it after a life of security . Zachariah , although he was desponding , could now say he had been in the same straits before , and had survived .