eight o'clock in the morning
In fact , I passed the night in a fever of indignation , and only recovered my temper with daylight . Nevertheless I was determined to have an explanation with Captain Len Guy about his detestable conduct . Perhaps I should fail to get anything out of that human hedgehog , but at least I should have given him a piece of my mind . I went out at eight o'clock in the morning . The weather was abominable . Rain , mixed with snow , a storm coming over the mountains at the back of the bay from the west , clouds scurrying down from the lower zones , an avalanche of wind and water . It was not likely that Captain Len Guy had come ashore merely to enjoy such a wetting and blowing .