four o'clock
He finished his meal , filled and lit a pipe , smoked half of it drowsily , then lay and slept . Nothing disturbed his three hours ' rest , not even the gathering cloud of flies , whose droning over a neighbouring thicket must have kept awake a lighter sleeper . But Manvers was so fast that he did not hear footsteps in the wood , nor the sound of picking in the peaty ground . It was four o'clock and more when he awoke , sat up and looked at his watch . Yawning and stretching at ease , he then became aware of a friar , with a brown shaven head and fine black beard , who was digging near by . This man , whose eyes had been upon him , waiting for recognition , immediately stopped his toil , struck his spade into the ground , and came towards him , bowing as he came . `` Good evening , señor caballero , '' he said .