eleven o'clock
Sometimes he paused and rested on a gate , listening to the faint and indeterminate sounds of the night , through which came occasionally the barking of a distant dog like the beating of a trip hammer . It was a perfect summer 's night , one of those rare nights that England alone can produce ; there were glow worms in the hedges and a scent of new mown hay in the air . Though the music of the band had been blotted out by distance , listening intently he caught the faintest suspicion of a whisper , continuous , and evidently the sound of the sea . An hour later , that is to say towards eleven o'clock , weary with finding his way out of fields into fields , into grassy lanes and around farm house buildings , desperate , and faint from hunger , Jones found a road and by the road a bungalow with a light in one of the windows . A dauntingly respectable-looking bungalow in the midst of a well laid-out garden . Jones opened the gate and came up the path . He was going to demand food , offer to pay for it if necessary , and produce gold as an evidence of good faith .