eight o'clock at
night
`` Present to her ` surances my most disting ` shed consider-ration -- soon 's you find her , '' and he went flop on his side and was asleep . Rex had to give it up . He heard the gates rattling open for the next boat-load , and took his stand again , bracing himself for another rebuff . The usual vanguard , the usual quicksilver bunch of humanity , massing , separating , flowing this way and that , and in the midst of them a fair-haired , timid-looking young girl , walking quietly with down-cast eyes , as if unused to being in big New York alone at eight o'clock at night . Rex stood in front of her with bared head . `` I beg your pardon , '' he repeated his formula ; `` are you looking for Mr. Strong ? '' The startled eyes lifted to his a short second , then dropped again .