eleven o'clock West
Aloud he responded `` Coming , Sergeant-Major ! '' And he swung downstairs where a powerfully-built man in a snow and ice-incrusted fur coat awaited him . `` The O.C. 's orders , Redmond ! -- get your kit packed and hold yourself in readiness to pull out on the eleven o'clock West-bound to-morrow . You 're transferred to the Davidsburg detachment . I 'll give you your transport-requisition later . '' The storm doors banged behind him , and then , Redmond , not without design , forced himself to saunter slowly -- very slowly -- upstairs again , whistling nonchalantly the while .