about ten o'clock
I only know for certain that I missed nothing from my pockets , and that as a matter of fact I had actually carried nothing in them that would have given me away -- so far at least as I could judge . These , as I say , were my subsequent reflections . What I did at the time was not to think about the matter any further , but jump up , open the barn door and walk out into the sunshine . It was now about ten o'clock on a flawless August morning , and not easily shall I forget the picture of that blue sea gently heaving far out to a bright horizon , and the semi-circle of white sand fringing the little cove , and the glimpse of green and smiling inland country , and the group of low grey farm buildings just out of reach of the wash of the waves . Whatever part of the world it might be , I felt entirely satisfied with it . I stood for a few minutes gazing absently out to sea , and rehearsing in my mind my plan of campaign . My voice , manners and conduct must be such that if by some stroke of luck I actually fell in with my friend of last night or one of his confederates they would assume I was a friend and at least give me a nod , wink , password , or something to test me -- and I vowed I would overlook nothing suspicious this time .