about nine o'clock
What about her mother ? She walked back to her little boat , pushed it out into the bay , and , stepping into it , sat down , took hold of the oars and started northward near the beach . Just opposite Fort Malate , she swung westward , and , passing outside of the break-water a mile from shore , she entered the Pasig river and hurried homeward . When she arrived , about nine o'clock , she found her mother on the verge of prostration ; for that very day , strange to say , Marie 's father , who was a colonel in the Filipino infantry , had been killed at San Francisco del Monte , six miles north-east of Manila , in a battle with Spanish troops . `` Do n't cry , mother , '' expostulated Marie , `` from now on I intend to kill every foe of ours in these islands ! '' Three weeks passed by . Marie had gone down town late in April to do some shopping .