eight o'clock
The walls were bare except for the little old photograph of Pen in her tennis clothes . In half an hour Jim had splashed in and out of his bath , was shaved and clad in camp regalia ; a flannel shirt , Norfolk coat and riding breeches of tan khaki , leather puttees and a broad-brimmed Stetson . At his office awaiting him were his engineer associates and Iron Skull , and he put in a long two hours with them , his mind far less on the flood and the Hearing than on the fact that Penelope was waiting for him , up in the little tent house . It was not quite eight o'clock when Jim stood before the tent house , waiting for courage to rap . Suddenly he heard Sara 's voice . `` I wo n't have women coming up here to snoop ! Understand that , Pen , right now .