ten minutes past eleven
Sand ? Seh : she 's grit clear through , if anybody asks you . '' And Denver told the story of the day , making much of her unflinching courage and nothing of her men 's readiness to back whatever steps she decided upon . It was ten minutes past eleven when a smooth young , apple-cheeked lad in khaki presented himself before Helen Messiter with a bow never invented outside of West Point . `` I am Lieutenant Beecher . Governor Raleigh presents his compliments by me , Miss Messiter , and is very glad to be able to put at your service such forces as are needed to quiet the town . '' `` You were in time ? ''