about eleven
o'clock
Then again he tried to comfort himself by reflecting that it was not murder -- that his intention had not been to murder the man ; but his father 's horrid words again rang through his ears , and he felt that there was no hope for him but in flight . The moon got up when he was about half-way to his destination , and he left the road lest by chance there might be any one out at that hour who would recognise him . He crept on by the hedges and ditches , sometimes running along the bits of grass between the tillage and fences -- sometimes having almost to wade through the wet bottoms which he crossed , often falling , in his hurry and in the imperfect light of the cloudy moon , till at last , tired , hot , and covered with dirt , pale with fear , and nearly overcome by the misery of his own reflections , he reached Corney Dolan 's cabin . It was now about eleven o'clock ; it had been past ten when he left Ballycloran , and in the interval he had traversed above five Irish miles . There was no light in the cabin , which was a solitary one , standing on the edge of a bog . Now he was there he feared to knock , as he did not know what to say to Corney when he should come to the door . Besides , he was aware that his hands and coat were soiled with blood , and he was unwilling that the inmates of the cabin should see him in that plight .