about ten o'clock at night
You can express my things on from Ottawa . The Montreal express stops about an hour . '' `` That ought to throw Daly off the track , '' Foster agreed , and they talked about something else . It was about ten o'clock at night and the Montreal express sped through the lonely forest of North Ontario . The train was light , for there were few passengers on board , and the road was by no means good , but in spite of the jolting Foster enjoyed his cigarette in a corner of the smoking compartment at the end of a car . A colored porter had told him his berth in the sleeper was ready , Featherstone had left the train , and most of the passengers were already in bed , but Foster did not want to follow them just yet . For a time , he had done with business , and was on his way to England .