ten o'clock
For one instant , as the lieutenant paused at the door-way and looked back , the eyes of the two men met , his so brave and blue and clear ; the other 's -- Murray 's -- furtive , blood-shot , and full of hate . Then the door slammed and Stuyvesant was gone . Twice again that night he visited the recruit car . At ten o'clock , after enjoying for an hour or more the sight of Miss Ray in animated chat with two of the six women passengers of the sleeper , and the sound of her pleasant voice , Stuyvesant wandered into the diner for a glass of cool Budweiser . `` That 's an ugly brute of a fellow that bit your corporal , sir , '' said the steward . `` I was in there just now , and he 's as surly as a cur dog yet . '' Stuyvesant nodded without a word .