a quarter after eleven
A slight rustling came from the corner that hid Castro . `` She passes down channel to-night , then ? '' Rangsley said . `` With this wind you 'll want to be well out in the Bay at a quarter after eleven . '' An abnormal scuffling , intermingled with snatches of jovial remonstrance , made itself heard from the bottom of the ladder . A voice called up through the hatch , `` Here 's your uncle , Squahre Jack , '' and a husky murmur corroborated . `` Be you drunk again , you old sinner ? ''