nine o'clock
Hardly had he drawn up a chair to listen -- he was a better listener to-night , somehow , than a talker , when a hand was laid on his shoulder , and looking up , he saw Jack bending over him . With a little cry of joy Peter sprang to his feet , both palms outstretched : `` Oh ! -- you 're here at last ! Did n't I say nine o'clock , my dear boy , or am I wrong ? Well , so you are here it 's all right . '' Then with face aglow he turned to MacFarlane : `` Henry , here 's a young fellow you ought to know ; his name 's John Breen , and he 's from your State . '' The engineer stopped short in his talk and absorbed Jack from his neatly brushed hair , worn long at the back of his neck , to his well-shod feet , and held out his hand .