eleven o'clock
For other eyes also had seen old Anthony Cardew . Willy Cameron , breasting the mob and fighting madly toward the door of the building , with Pink behind him , heard a cheer and an angry roar , and , looking up , saw that the old man had disappeared . They found him there later on , the rifle beside him , his small and valiant figure looking , with eyes no longer defiant , toward the Heaven which puts , for its own strange purpose , both evil and good into the same heart . By eleven o'clock the revolution was over . Sodden groups of men , thoroughly cowed and frightened , were on their way by back roads to the places they had left a few hours before . They had no longer dreams of empire . Behind them they could see , on the horizon , the city itself , the smoke from its chimneys , the spires of its churches .