Eleven o'clock at night
But he never spoke again ; and we buried him in the hot sand at sundown . The first wind will obliterate the little mound we raised over him , and none will ever cross this hideous desert again . So that he will have as quiet a grave as he could wish . `` Eleven o'clock at night . -- God be praised . Heavy clouds and thunder to the north . -- '' So this poor workhouse-bred lad lies out among the sands of the middle desert .