Eleven o'clock
The journey was long , and the roads were heavy for walking . It seemed a far greater distance than he had thought . At the angle of a gate and a thick brier hedge he struck a match and read the time by his watch . Eleven o'clock . Too late , if the watch were not more than a minute slow . At that moment he heard the whistle of a train , and between the whirs of the wind he heard the tinkle of the signal bell . Too late , indeed .