seven o'clock
But Cleggett scarcely heeded the Doctor . The reference to `` Loge 's '' skull had flashed a sudden light into his mind . Whatever else `` Loge '' was , Cleggett had little doubt that `` Loge '' was the tall man with the stoop shoulders and the odd , skull-shaped scarfpin , for whom he had conceived at first sight such a tingling hatred -- the same fellow who had so ruthlessly manhandled the flaxen-haired Heinrich on the roof of the verandah the day before . At seven o'clock that morning five big-bodied automobile trucks rolled up in a thundering procession . As they hove in sight on the starboard quarter and dropped anchor near the Jasper B. , Cleggett recalled that this was the day which Cap'n Abernethy had set for getting the sticks and sails into the vessel . In the hurry and excitement of recent events aboard the ship he had almost forgotten it . A score of men scrambled from the trucks and began to haul out of them all the essentials of a shipyard .