Ten o'clock
His gun was near him and his revolver was in his belt ready for use at the slightest sound at the door . His ear was habituated to the murmurs of the night and to the surging of the sea , but he sought beyond them for some sound , some evidence that in this lonely retreat there were other human beings than himself . Finally he looked at the face of his watch by the light of his cigar . Ten o'clock ! Far away he heard barking , and Jaime thought he recognized the dog of Can Mallorquí . Perhaps it indicated the passing of someone on his way to the tower . Now the enemy might be near .