nine o'clock
I buttoned my ulster tighter . The big place was dark and empty . The dockers , I learned from the watchman , had quit work at three o'clock , for a few tons of fruit was all the freight that remained to be loaded . The ship was to sail at nine o'clock . The stokers had not yet gone aboard . I found about a hundred of them huddled along the steel wall of the shed . Some of them had old leather grips or canvas bags , but many had no luggage at all .