eleven o’clock
He came close to the manse -- his home . Below him lay Ballintoy Strand , with its sentinel white rocks which keep eternal watch against invading seas . Between him and his home there was the road to cross and the meadow to wade through . It must , as he guessed , be eleven o'clock . His father and Hannah Macaulay would be in bed . He would have to rouse them with cautious tapping upon window panes . He reached the back of the house at last , and saw , to his amazement , that a light burned in the kitchen , and that the door stood wide open .