forty-two minutes past eight
grumbled Benjamin ; `` I 've rode out one squall to-day anchored by the heels , and I wants no more of them . Where 's the harm o ' doing all the same as yourself ? Leave that there door free out board , and you 'll find no locking inboard , I 'll promise ye . '' `` I must shut up for the night at nine , '' said the jailer , `` and it 's now forty-two minutes past eight . '' He placed the little candle on a rough pine table , and withdrew . `` Leather-Stocking ! '' said Elizabeth , when the key of the door was turned on them again , `` my good friend , Leather-Stocking !