eleven o'clock
He almost ran to the station . Looking from the window of the bank , the cashier seeing Mortimer 's rapid pace , muttered : `` I guess the poor man 's mother is pretty bad ; I 'm glad I let him go . He 's a good son to that mother of his . '' At eleven o'clock Mortimer got a train for New York . During the wait at the station he had paced up and down the platform with nervous stride . A dozen times he looked at his watch -- would he be too late ? He had no idea how long it would take to reach Gravesend ; he knew nothing of the race track 's location .