noon
It was light by the time he had finished ; and he set about looking for a sleeping-place , for he could not keep awake long . A wood on a hill some miles away seemed to him the spot he sought . He swooped gently for it , and was soon anchored to a tree-top and sleeping peacefully . It was past noon when a shouting awoke him . He looked down to find the wood full of people , four or five bold photographic spirits in the tree to which he was anchored , but nowhere near his grapnel , which was among the smaller branches . The roads leading to the wood were choked with bicycles , motor-cars , and pedestrians ; and a station near was disgorging a crowd of people from an excursion train . It was time to be going .