nine o'clock
The girls at Hope were communicated with over the telephone . `` I 'm afraid it 's going to rain , '' said Spud , on the evening before the great game was to take place . And Spud was right . By nine o'clock it was raining steadily . `` Just our confounded luck ! '' muttered Songbird , as he paced up and down the room which he and half a dozen others were occupying . `` Now , I suppose that game and our nice auto ride will be all knocked in the head . ''