eight o'clock
cries Jemmy Vetch to the giant , rubbing his thin hands with eldritch glee . `` They 're all right ! '' And then , his quick ears catching the jingle of arms , he said , `` Stand by now for the door -- one rush 'll do it . '' It was eight o'clock and the relief guard was coming from the after deck . The crowd of prisoners round the door held their breath to listen . `` It 's all planned , '' says Gabbett , in a low growl . `` W'en the door h ` opens we rush , and we 're in among the guard afore they know where they are .