nine o'clock
Two or three hundred yards beyond the big rock the sea-wall swung in sharply , disclosing the open water , like a still , silvery sheet , for a mile or more . Philip scanned it for the canoe , but as far as he could see there was not a shadow . For a quarter of a mile he walked over the rocks , then returned . It was nine o'clock . The moment had arrived for the appearance of Jeanne and Pierre . He resumed his patrol of the cliff , and with each moment his nervousness increased . What if Jeanne failed him ?