eleven o'clock
He shivered again , stooped , and , picking up the overcoat , dived his hand into the deep pocket , and drew forth the packet that he had guarded so tenaciously in the train . For a moment he stood looking at it in the blue light of the dawn -- a thick brown packet , seven or eight inches long , tied with string and sealed . Once or twice he looked at it , seemingly lost in reflection ; once or twice he turned it about in his hand as if to make certain it was intact ; then , with a deep sigh indicative of satisfaction , he stepped back into bed , slipped the packet under his pillow and , with his fingers faithfully enlaced in the string , fell asleep . It was eleven o'clock when the boy woke . All the excitement of the past days had culminated in the great exhaustion of the night before . He had slept as a child might sleep -- dreamlessly , happily , unthinkingly . In that silent hour Nature had drawn him into her wide embrace , lulling him with a mother 's gentleness ; and now , in the moment of waking , it seemed that again the same beneficent agency was dispensing love and favor , for he opened his eyes upon a changed world .