eight o'clock
But when he looked out into that morning , saw the draping curtains of the stalking mists , heard the frantic squallings of craft in the harbor , frenzied howls of alarm , hoarse hootings of protests and warnings , he was suddenly and pointedy anxious to have his elevation to the pilot-house of the _ Montana _ deferred . Better the smoky , cramped office of the little hotel where he had been chafing in dismal waiting . He was perfectly willing to sit there and study over again the advertising chromos on the walls and gaze out on the everlasting procession of rumbling drays . But at eight o'clock the telephone summoned him . `` This is General-Manager Fogg , '' the voice informed him , though he did not require the information ; he knew those crisp tones . `` I am speaking from my apartments . Please proceed at once to the _ Montana _ .