nine o'clock
You ca n't expect people farther down to save 'em just for you . Where 's your tactics , Steve ? '' They worked slowly back down the Avenue . It was nine o'clock now , and the street was fairly free of vehicles . The night was clear and the street lights brought alert , lean profiles into sharp relief , faces of men in uniform sauntering carelessly or chatting in little groups at the curb . A few unseeing policemen , also sauntering carelessly , were to be observed . `` Heard a fur-face speak last night , '' said Steve .