ten o'clock
Good deal luk settin ' sail without a compass . Thet 's one reason I do n't never say much ` fore women . '' Our good host hurried the lagging hours with many a tale of the river and that island we were soon to visit , once the refuge of Tadusac , the old river pirate , so he told us , with a cave now haunted by some ghost . We started for the shore near ten o'clock , the innkeeper leading us with a lantern , its light flickering in a west wind . The sky was cloudy , the night dark . Our host lent us the lantern , kindly offering to build a bonfire on the beach at eleven , to light us home . `` Careful , boys , '' said the innkeeper , as we got aboard .