eleven o'clock
`` I -- do n't -- understand you , '' said the skipper , in evident perplexity . `` You do n't ? That is strange . You are the last man -- the last person -- who saw Governor-elect Rothsay alive , at eleven o'clock on the night of his disappearance . After that hour he was missing , and you had run away . '' The young sailor smiled . `` Steamed away , and sailed away , you should say , sir .