ten o'clock
He shut the door and gave a momentary glance at its cheap hinges and the absence of bolt or bar . Stacy caught his eye . `` We 'll miss this security in San Francisco -- perhaps even in Boomville , '' he sighed . It was scarcely ten o'clock , but Stacy and Barker had begun to undress themselves with intervals of yawning and desultory talk , Barker continuing an amusing story , with one stocking off and his trousers hanging on his arm , until at last both men were snugly curled up in their respective bunks . Presently Stacy 's voice came from under the blankets : -- `` Hallo ! are n't you going to turn in too ? '' `` Not yet , '' said Demorest from his chair before the fire .