nine o'clock
The Mexican stepped forward . `` I tak ' thees gloove an ' leave eet at de Beeg Ben ' , for you to fin ' in daylight , '' he said , tapping one of Martin 's gauntlets which lay on the bar . `` You geev ' me eet befo ' I go ? '' `` Yes ; at nine o'clock to-morrow night , '' Martin replied , hiding his elation . He was sure that he knew the man now . The Mexican , cool and smiling , bowed and left the room , his companions hastening after him . `` Well , I 'll bet twenty-five dollars he flunks ! ''