eleven o'clock
Croyden , Macloud , all the men in the place had searched the night through , and without avail . Every horse , and every boat had been accounted for . It remained , that they either had fallen into the Bay , or had gone in a strange conveyance . Croyden and Macloud had returned to Clarendon for a bite of breakfast -- very late breakfast , at eleven o'clock . They had met by accident , on their way to the house , having come from totally different directions of search . `` It 's Parmenter again ! '' said Croyden , suddenly .