eleven o'clock
All I could think of was that gasoline . Was there enough in the pipes and the feed cup on that launch to carry her out to where I was ? Or was there too much , and would she make the yacht , after all ? `` It got to be eleven o'clock . Tide was full at twelve . I was a pretty good candidate for the crazy house by this time . I 'd listened till my ear-drums felt slack , like they needed reefing .