about eleven o'clock at night
The first was as follows : They were approaching a certain cathedral town , not a hundred miles from London , and as the evening was clear and dry , though frosty , and money was low , they determined to pass the night in a convenient brick-yard about half a mile out of the town . There was a handy shed where various implements were kept ; the Major , by the help of a little twisted wire , easily unfastened the door . They supped , cooking a little porridge over a small fire which they were able to make without risk , and lay down to sleep after a pipe or two . Tramps go to sleep early when they mean business , and it could not have been more than about eleven o'clock at night when Frank awoke with the sense that he had slept long and deeply . He seems to have lain there , content and quiet enough , watching the last ember dying in the brazier where they had made their fire ... . There was presently a stir from the further corner of the shed , a match was struck , and Frank , from his improvised pillow , beheld the Major 's face suddenly illuminated by the light with which he was kindling his pipe once more . He watched the face with a sort of artistic interest for a few seconds -- the drooping shadows , the apparently cavernous eyes , the deep-shaded bar of the mustache across the face .