eleven o'clock
When he re-entered the car it was moving slowly out of the yard . Gertrude , with a smile , put aside her book . `` I am so glad , '' she said , looking at her watch . `` I hope we shall get there by eleven o'clock ; we should , should we not , Mr. Glover ? '' `` It 's a poor night for making a schedule , '' was all he said . The arcs of the long yard threw white and swiftly passing beams of light through the windows , and the warmth within belied the menace outside . At the rear end of the car the flagman worked with one of the tail-lights that burned badly , and the conductor watched him .