eleven o’clock
`` Thanks be to God , auld Andrew never ventured to cross on this raging sea ! He 'll no be here the morrow , neither . I must send down for telegrams in the morning , '' she mused when she had finally laid her spectacles across her Bible . It was nearing eleven o'clock when the two half-drowned thugs hiding on Rozel Head were roused by their returning mate stumbling wildly into the muddy cavern in the cliff . They sprang up as he muttered , `` On vient , tout pres d'ici ! Soyous tous prets ! '' A bottle extended was half drained by the two ruffians , who then eagerly loosened their black jaws with a mad desire to revenge their cheerless vigil .