eleven o'clock
`` If only that wind did n't blow the shack down on the other folks ' heads , '' said Dave . He was thinking of how frightened the girls , and especially Jessie , must have been . `` I 'll wager the trail is now a mass of mud and water , '' said Phil , and he was right , and as they progressed , they frequently got into the mud up to their ankles . It was eleven o'clock when they gained the edge of the woods and came out on the plains . The sky was still overcast , only a few stars being faintly visible . `` Are you sure of the right direction , Dave ? '' asked the shipowner 's son , as both paused to look around .