ten o'clock
Salmon would keep unspoiled a long time in a trailer 's hold . It did not matter to him whether it was day or night around Squitty . He drove his carrier into any nook or hole where a troller might lie waiting with a few salmon . The _ Blackbird _ came pitching and diving into a heavy southeast swell up along the western side of Squitty at ten o'clock in the black of an early October night . There was a storm brewing , a wicked one , reckoned by the headlong drop of the aneroid . MacRae had a hundred or so salmon aboard for all his Squitty round , and he had yet to pick up those on the boats in the Cove . He cocked his eye at a cloud-wrack streaking above , driving before a wind which had not yet dropped to the level of the Gulf , and he said to himself that it would be wise to stay in the Cove that night .