ten o'clock
Happy Khiamull , who was departing thus ! Fire , plenty of fire ! Would that he could burn the town , and the near-by lands , and finally the whole world ! ... At ten o'clock the transatlantic liner raised anchor . The Spaniard , leaning over the rail , saw the black mountain and the huge Rock , its base speckled with rows of lights , grow small as if sinking into the horizon . Its obscure ridge was silhouetted against the sky like a crouching monster toying with a swarm of stars between its paws . The vessel rounded Europa Point and the lights disappeared .