half after nine
Read him a tract , if you wish . '' Breitmann rose presently and sauntered forward , while M. Ferraud snuggled down in his rugs again . The others entered into a game of deck-cricket . But M. Ferraud was not so ill that he was unable to steal from his cabin at half after nine , at night , without even the steward being aware of his departure . It can not be said that he roamed about the deck , for whenever he moved it was in the shadow , and always forward . By and by voices drifted down the wind . One he knew and expected , Breitmann 's ; of the other he was not sure , though the French he spoke was of classic smoothness .