nine o'clock
On Friday morning at seven , Barefoot , his labourers and the lorries were all paraded on the wharf in excellent order . At eight the colonel got up , had his bath and shaved . Then he partook of eggs and bacon , bread and jam , and drank two cups of tea . Towards nine o'clock his car took him to the wharf . When he saw the men standing motionless , the officer saluting and the lorries all in a row , his face went as red as a brick , and he stood up in his car and addressed them angrily : `` So you are incapable of the slightest initiative ! If I am absent for an hour , detained by more important work , everything comes to a standstill ! I see I can not rely on anyone here except myself ! ''