eleven o'clock
`` Oh , of course not , '' drawled Truax , blowing out a cloud of tobacco smoke . `` Then I guess I 'll stay where I am , '' nodded Williamson . `` Sorry , but you 'll have to stop all smoking in here now , '' announced Eph , thrusting his head in at the doorway . `` There 'll be a lot of cadets aboard at eleven o'clock , and we want the air clear and sweet . You 'd better go all over the machinery and see that everything is in apple pie order and appearance . Mr. Hastings will be in here soon to inspect it . '' `` Just what rank does that _ young _ turkey-cock hold on board ? ''